Then she remembered something she had forgotten to say; but there was no more room on her two sheets, and she was reluctant to use a third, which might, in a letter to France, involve extra postage.

Whilst she was hesitating her brother entered.
"Am I in your way ?" she said.

"I shall have done in a moment." "No, I am not going to write.

By-the-bye, they tell me you had a letter from Marmaduke this morning.

Has he anything particular to say ?" "Nothing very particular.