You know that if I were to exercise my will firmly now--it would not waver if I called it forth--I could carry you off and spare you the flutter you will have to go through during our interlude with papa and mama.' 'I almost wish you would,' said she.

She looked half imploringly, biting her lip to correct the peeping wish.
Alvan pressed a finger on one of her dimples: 'Be brave.

Flight and defiance are our last resource.

Now that I see you resolved I shun the scandal, and we will leave it to them to insist on it, if it must be.
How can you be less than resolved after I have poured my influence into your veins?
The other day on the heights--had you consented then?
Well! it would have been very well, but not so well.

We two have a future, and are bound to make the opening chapters good sober reading, for an example, if we can.