'Fancy the run-away tailor!' is the male's remark, and he expects to be admired for it, and is.
'That make-up Countess--his sister, you know--didn't you see her?
she turned green,' says Creation's second effort, almost occupying the place of a rib.
'Isn't there a run-away wife, too ?' 'Now, you mustn't be naughty!' They laugh and flatter one another.

The power to give and take flattery to any amount is the rare treasure of youth.
Undoubtedly they are a poetical picture; but some poetical pictures talk dreary prose; so we will retire.
Now, while the dancers carried on their business, and distance lent them enchantment, Rose stood by Juliana, near an alder which hid them from the rest.
'I don't accuse you,' she was saying; 'but who could have done this but you?
Ah, Juley! you will never get what you want if you plot for it.

I thought once you cared for Evan.

If he had loved you, would I not have done all that I could for you both?
I pardon you with all my heart.' 'Keep your pardon!' was the angry answer.

'I have done more for you, Rose.