CHAPTER X.
OLD TIES BROKEN "Madge," said Graydon, rejoining her on the piazza, and giving her his arm, while Mrs.Muir sat down to wait for her husband, "you wear a rose like the one you sent me when we parted so long ago.

Oh, but my heart was heavy then! Did you make this choice to-night by chance ?" "You have a good memory." "You have not answered me." "I shall admit nothing that will increase your vanity." "You will now of necessity make my pride overweening." "How is that?
I hope to have a better influence over you." "As I look at you I regard my pride as most pardonable and natural.

My old thoughts and hopes are realized beyond even imagination, although, looking at your eyes, in old times, I always had a high ideal of your capabilities.

I should be a clod indeed if I were not proud of such a sister to champion in society." Madge's hearty laugh was a little forced as she said, "You have a delightfully cool way of taking things for granted.

I'm no longer a little sick girl, but, to vary Peggotty's exultant statement, a young lady 'growed.' You forgot yourself, sir, in your greeting; but that was pardonable in your paroxysm of surprise.
"What, Madge! Will you not permit me to be your brother ?" "What an absurd question!" she answered, still laughing.