I ...

Pshaw! I may as well say it, and have done with it.

I am going to be married." "Married!" I exclaimed, in blank amazement; for it was the last thing I should have guessed.
Dalrymple tugged away at his moustache with both hands, as was his habit when perplexed or troubled, and nodded gloomily.

"To whom ?" "To Madame de Courcelles." "And are you not very happy ?" "Happy! I am the most miserable dog unhanged ?" I was more at fault now than ever.
"I ...

judging from trifles which some would perhaps scarcely have observed," I said, hesitatingly, "I--I thought you were interested in Madame de Courcelles ?" "Interested!" cried he, pushing back his chair and springing to his feet, as if the word had stung him.