There was the day's paper lying on the table, and Stanbury had taken it up and was reading it,--or pretending to read it.
"I will tell you what I propose to do," said Trevelyan.
"Well." "It is best both for her and for me that we should be apart." "I cannot understand how you can be so mad as to say so." "You don't understand what I feel.

Heaven and earth! To have a man coming and going--.

But, never mind.

You do not see it, and nothing will make you see it.

And there is no reason why you should." "I certainly do not see it.