"Your dear mother would not have liked it, Clara," said he.
For a moment the conspiracy was upon the point of collapsing.

There was something in the gentleness of his rebuke, and in his appeal to her mother, which brought the tears to her eyes, and in another instant she would have been kneeling beside him with everything confessed, when the door flew open and her sister Ida came bounding into the room.

She wore a short grey skirt, like that of Mrs.Westmacott, and she held it up in each hand and danced about among the furniture.
"I feel quite the Gaiety girl!" she cried.

"How delicious it must be to be upon the stage! You can't think how nice this dress is, papa.

One feels so free in it.