She was really a very pretty girl, and improved vastly upon acquaintance.

"Le absens ont toujours torts" is the truest proverb in any language, and I felt it in its fullest force when Trevanion entered my room.
"Well, Lorrequer," said he, "your time is certainly not likely to hang heavily on your hands in Paris, if occupation will prevent it, for I find you are just now booked for a new scrape." "What can you mean ?" said I, starting up.
"Why, O'Leary, who has been since your illness, the constant visiter at the Binghams--dining there every day, and spending his evenings--has just told me that the mamma is only waiting for the arrival of Sir Guy Lorrequer in Paris to open the trenches in all form; and from what she has heard of Sir Guy, she deems it most likely he will give her every aid and support to making you the husband of the fair Emily." "And with good reason, too," said I; "for if my uncle were only given to understand that I had once gone far in my attentions, nothing would induce him to break off the match.

He was crossed in love himself when young, and has made a score of people miserable since, in the benevolent idea of marrying them against every obstacle." "How very smart you have become," said Trevanion, taking a look round my room, and surveying in turn each of the new occupants.

"You must certainly reckon upon seeing your fair friend here, or all this propriete is sadly wasted." This was the time to explain all about Miss Bingham's visit; and I did so, of course omitting any details which might seem to me needless, or involving myself in inconsistency.
Trevanion listened patiently to the end--was silent for some moments -- then added-- "And you never saw the letter ?" "Of course not.

It was burned before my eyes." "I think the affair looks very serious, Lorrequer.