So transitory was the expression that none but a sensitive woman, and she in Grace's position, would have had the power to catch its meaning.

Upon her the phase was not lost.
"Then you DO love him!" she exclaimed, in a tone of much surprise.
"What do you mean, my young friend ?" "Why," cried Grace, "I thought till now that you had only been cruelly flirting with my husband, to amuse your idle moments--a rich lady with a poor professional gentleman whom in her heart she despised not much less than her who belongs to him.

But I guess from your manner that you love him desperately, and I don't hate you as I did before." "Yes, indeed," continued Mrs.Fitzpiers, with a trembling tongue, "since it is not playing in your case at all, but REAL.

Oh, I do pity you, more than I despise you, for you will s-s-suffer most!" Mrs.Charmond was now as much agitated as Grace.

"I ought not to allow myself to argue with you," she exclaimed.