Never mind those people now.

Let us only think of each other.

You were simply matchless in your behavior at the house." "Oh, I fear him so! I fear that hard old man!" whispered the timid woman, as she dropped her eyes before Alan Hawke's ardent glances.

He had noted the growing touch of coquetry in her dress; he measured the tell-tale quiver of her voice, and he smiled tenderly when she shyly showed him the diamond bracelet, securely hidden upon her left arm.
"I put this on to show you that I do trust you," she murmured.

"And I wear it every night.