It came wholly through the suddenness of the recollection, that the family-seat of one among the friends was near the Wells.
He was allowed to fancy, as it suited him to fancy, that a vivid secret pleasure laid the colour on those ingenuous fair cheeks.
'A solitary flute for me, for a month! I shall miss my sober comrade: got the habit of duetting: and he's gentle, bears with me.' Tears lined her eyelids.

'Who would not be, dearest dada! But there is nothing to bear except the honour.' 'You like him?
You and I always have the same tastes, Fredi.' Now there was a reddening of the sun at the mount; all the sky aflame.
How could he know that it was not the heart in the face! She reddened because she had perused his wishes; had detected a scheme striking off from them, and knew a man to be the object of it; and because she had at the same time the sense of a flattery in her quick divination; and she was responsively emotional, her blood virginal; often it was a tropical lightning.
It looked like the heart doing rich painter's work on maiden features.
Victor was naturally as deceived as he wished to be.
From his being naturally so, his remarks on Dudley had an air of embracing him as one of the family.

'His manner to me just hits me.' 'I like to see him with you,' she said.
Her father let his tongue run: 'One of the few young men I feel perfectly at home with! I do like dealing with a gentleman.

I can confide in a gentleman: honour, heart, whatever I hold dearest.' There he stopped, not too soon.

The girl was mute, fully agreeing, slightly hardening.