"And I think they'll do it," she went on, "without any effort on your part--or mine." "You do not hate them as I do," said he.
"I'm afraid I'm not a good hater," she answered.

"I admit I've got a sore spot where he--struck me.

But as far as he's concerned, I honestly believe I'm already feeling a little bit obliged to him." "Naturally," said he in a tone that solicited confidences.

"Haven't you got what you really wanted ?" But his sister made no reply.
"Look here, Del," he said after waiting in vain, "if you don't want to marry, there's no reason why you should.

You'll soon see I'm not as good-for-nothing as some people imagine." "What makes you think I don't want to marry ?" asked Adelaide, her face completely hid by the darkness, her voice betraying nothing.
"Why, what you've been saying--or, rather, what you've _not_ been saying." A very long silence, then out of the darkness came Adelaide's voice, even, but puzzling.