The dishes were brought in by the woman who had admitted Gilbert.

The dinner was excellent after a simple fashion, and very nicely served; but for Mr.
Fenton the barn-door fowl and home-cured ham might as well have been the grass which the philosopher believed the French people might learn to eat.

He was conscious of nothing but the one fact that he was in Marian's society for perhaps the last time in his life.

He wondered at himself not a little for the weakness which made it so sweet to him to be with her.
The moment came at last in which he must needs take his leave, having no possible excuse for remaining any longer.
"Good-bye, Marian," he said.

"I suppose we are never likely to meet again." "One never knows what may happen; but I think it is far better we should not meet, for many reasons." "What am I to tell your grandfather when I see him ?" "That I will come to him as soon as I can get my husband's permission to do so." "I should not think there would be any difficulty about that, when he knows that this relationship is likely to bring you fortune." "I daresay not." "And if you come to London to see Mr.Nowell, there will be some chance of our meeting again." "What good can come of that ?" "Not much to me, I daresay.