And--eh?
what a dear girl she is! Not that I'm astonished.

My Harry might have married a lord--sit at top of any table in the land! And you're as good as any man.
That's my opinion.

But I say she's a wonderful girl to see it.' Chattering thus, Andrew drove with the dear boy into Fallow field.

Evan was still in his dream.

To him the generous love and valiant openness of Rose, though they were matched in his own bosom, seemed scarcely human.
Almost as noble to him were the gentlemanly plainspeaking of Sir Franks and Lady Jocelyn's kind commonsense.