What woman of spirit would accept a man who admitted, that during the whole of his acquaintance with her he had had his doubts in regard to suitability, etc., but who, when a crisis arrived, and another man turned up, had determined to overlook all his objections and take her, anyway." "That is a very cold-blooded way of putting it," said Lawrence, "and I don't believe at all that she will look upon it in that light.

If you will set the matter before her as I have put it to you, I believe she will see it as I wish her to see it." "Very well," said Junius, rising, and taking out his watch, "I will make your statement as accurately as I can, and without any interpretations of my own.

And now I must bid you good-night.

I had no idea it was after twelve o'clock." "And you will observe her moods ?" asked Lawrence.
"Yes," said Junius as he opened the door, "I will carefully observe her moods." When Junius had gone, Lawrence turned his face again toward the fireplace, where the last smouldering stick had just broken apart in the middle, and the two ends had wearily fallen over the andirons as if they wished it understood that they could do no more burning that night.
Taking this as a hint, Lawrence prepared to retire.

"Old Isham must have gone to bed long ago," he said, "but as I have asked for so much assistance to-day, I think it is well that I should try to do some things for myself." It was, indeed, very late, but behind the partially closed shutters of a lower room of the house sat old Mrs Keswick, gazing at the light that was streaming from the window of the office, and wondering what those two men were saying to each other that was keeping them sitting up together until after midnight.
Annie Peyton, too, had not gone to bed, and looking through her chamber window at the office, she hoped that cousin Junius would come away before he lost his temper.