God forgive me!--I said that was the cause of my looks being sad.' 'You could have thought of nothing better,' interposed the Countess.
'Yes ?' 'He said, if he might clear them he should be happy! 'In exquisite language, Carry, of course.' 'No; just as others talk.' 'Hum!' went the Countess, and issued again brightly from a cloud of reflection, with the remark: 'It was to seem business-like--the commerciality of the English mind.

To the point--I know.

Well, you perceive, my sweetest, that Evan's interests are in your hands.

You dare not quit the field.

In one week, I fondly trust, he will be secure.