Then she flushed slightly, and laughing uneasily said, in a blank, hard voice-- "It's very good of you, Mr.Gregg, to wish me all sorts of such pleasant things." "And when is the happy event to take place ?" "The date is not exactly fixed--early next year, I believe," and I thought she sighed.
"And you will probably spend a good deal of time yachting ?" I suggested, my eyes fixed upon her in order to watch the result of my pointed remark.

But she controlled herself perfectly.
"I love the sea," she responded briefly, and her eyes were set straight before her.
"Mr.Woodroffe has gone up to town, your mother says." "Yes.

He received a wire, and had to leave immediately.

It was an awful bore, for we had arranged to go for a picnic to Dundrennan Abbey yesterday." "But he'll be back here again, won't he ?" "I really don't know.

It seems quite uncertain.