I'm very much obliged to you, Irene, for getting me out of that hole, but I wish you hadn't made a fool of me afterwards.' He said this as he opened the door, which he left open, and, without another word, went down the stair.

Irene listened with dismay to his departing footsteps.

Then turning again to the lady: 'What does it all mean, grandmother ?' she sobbed, and burst into fresh tears.
'It means, my love, that I did not mean to show myself.

Curdie is not yet able to believe some things.

Seeing is not believing--it is only seeing.