Who'd ever have made me believe that I should feel more at ease running up and down the room, than seated in my arm-chair! Among the wonders of the world, that!" Emilia put up her lips to kiss him, as he passed her.

There was something deliciously soothing and haven-like to him in the aspect of her calmness.
"Now, you'll be a good girl," said he, when he had taken her salute.
"And you," she rejoined, "will be happier!" His voice dropped.

"If you go on like this, you've done for me!" But she could make no guess at any tragic meaning in his words.

"My father--let me call you so!" "Will you see that you can't have him ?" he stamped the syllables into her ears: and, with a notion of there being a foreign element about her, repeated:--"No!--not have him!--not yours!--somebody else's!" This was clear enough.
"Only you can separate us," said Emilia, with a brow levelled intently.
"Well, and I--" Mr.Pole was pursuing in the gusty energy of his previous explanation.

His eyes met Emilia's, gravely widening.