Of course, she knows I 'm fond of her.

My dear fellow,' he whispered, 'I shall be ruined if my grandmother hears of it.

Get her away, please.

Promise anything.' Evan took her hand and asked for the child.
'Quite well, sir,' faltered Susan.
'You should not have come here.' Susan stared, and commenced whimpering: 'Didn't you wish it, sir ?' 'Oh, she's always thinking of being made a lady of,' cried Polly.

'As if Mr.Harry was going to do that.