Besides, sir, you have no idea what a woman of business I am.

Papa says so, and he knows." Harold tried to speak, but his heart was too full.

He could only press the white hand which curled round his sleeve.

She walked up and down by his side, prattling merrily, and sending little gleams of cheeriness through the gloom which girt him in.

To listen to her he might have thought that it was Ida, and not her staid and demure sister, who was chatting to him.
"It will soon be cleared up," she said, "and then we shall feel quite dull.