He asked what you said when I told you that he was going to halve it, and he did not seem to like the idea of your seeing him about it." "He'll like my seeing him about it even less than the idea of it," said Mrs.Truslove firmly, and there was a sudden gleam in her wild black eyes.
Mr.Manley looked at her, frowning faintly.

Then he said in a rather hesitating manner: "I've never asked you about it.

But why does the hog make you this allowance ?" "That's my dark past," she said in a teasing tone, smiling at him.

"I suppose that as we're going to be married so soon I ought to make a clean breast of it, if you really want to know." "Just as you like," said Mr.Manley, his face clearing a little at her careless tone.
"Well, the hog treated me badly--not really badly, because I didn't care enough about him to make it possible for him to treat me really badly, but just as badly as he could.

For when he and I first met I was on the way to get engaged to a man, named Hardwicke--a rich city man, rather a bore, but a man who would make an excellent husband.