"You've addressed it to Clare herself." That was plain to see.
"Emmeline Clementina Matilda Laura, Countess Blandish," Richard continued in a low tone, transferring the names, and playing on the musical strings they were to him.

Then he said: "Names of ladies! How they sweeten their names!" He fixed his eyes on Ralph.

If he discovered anything further he said nothing, but bade the good fellow good-bye, jumped into his boat, and pulled down the tide.

The moment Ralph was hidden by an abutment of the banks, Richard perused the address.

For the first time it struck him that his cousin Clare was a very charming creature: he remembered the look of her eyes, and especially the last reproachful glance she gave him at parting.