When he was younger we used to put on the gloves together, but I cannot persuade him to now, for he says he cannot play light enough.

I should allow him five hundred, which should be enough at first." "My dear Mrs.Westmacott," cried Clara, "I assure you that I have not the least idea what it is that you are talking of." "Do you think your sister Ida would have my nephew Charles ?" Her sister Ida?
Quite a little thrill of relief and of pleasure ran through her at the thought.

Ida and Charles Westmacott.

She had never thought of it.

And yet they had been a good deal together.