It got darker and darker, and I said--I forget the exact words--but I put my arm round your waist and there you let it stay till your father, sitting in front suddenly stopped telling his story to Farmer Bollen, to light his pipe.
The flash shone into the car, and showed us all up distinctly; my arm flew from your waist like lightning; yet not so quickly but that some of 'em had seen, and laughed at us.

Yet your father, to our amazement, instead of being angry, was mild as milk, and seemed quite pleased.
Have you forgot all that, or haven't you ?" She owned that she remembered it very well, now that he mentioned the circumstances.

"But, goodness! I must have been in short frocks," she said.
"Come now, Miss Melbury, that won't do! Short frocks, indeed! You know better, as well as I." Grace thereupon declared that she would not argue with an old friend she valued so highly as she valued him, saying the words with the easy elusiveness that will be polite at all costs.

It might possibly be true, she added, that she was getting on in girlhood when that event took place; but if it were so, then she was virtually no less than an old woman now, so far did the time seem removed from her present.

"Do you ever look at things philosophically instead of personally ?" she asked.
"I can't say that I do," answered Giles, his eyes lingering far ahead upon a dark spot, which proved to be a brougham.
"I think you may, sometimes, with advantage," said she.