Oh! how I hate that man! Go! why should I wish to prevent you?
Of course I have no such wish.

To me it is quite indifferent; only, mamma will be so sorry to miss you.

You don't know how mamma loves you.

She loves you almost as a son.
But go--go; pray go!' "And then Crinoline looked at him.

Oh! how she looked at him! It was as though all the goddesses of heaven were inviting him to come and eat ambrosia with them on a rosy-tinted cloud.