Possibly my regret will be deeper than yours that I cannot give you more." "You should know that that is not possible," he said, in low, earnest tones.

Then he added, in a whisper, as she was entering, "I can trust you now and wait." "My good fortune is still in the ascendant," was her thought; "I can still keep him in hand, in spite of papa and Mr.Arnault." "Her father's relations with Mr.Arnault must give him some hold upon her," he thought, "and for her father's sake she cannot yield to me at once, but she will eventually." Mr.Arnault came forward with smiling lips, light words, yet resolute eyes.

Graydon felt that he had received all the assurance that he needed--that she was under some necessity of keeping his rival in good-humor--so he smiled significantly into her eyes, and bowed himself away.
"Muir looked as if he had received all the comfort that he required," Arnault said, as they strolled across the parlor, now deserted.
"Did he?
Well, he did not require very much." "How much ?" "You had better ask him." "Stella," he said, and there was a suggestion of menace in his tone, "I'm in earnest now.

You will soon have to choose between us." "Shall I ?" she replied, bending upon him an arch, bewildering smile.
"Then please don't speak as if I had no choice at all;" and she was going.
"Wait," he said.

"Will you drive with me to-morrow ?" "Yes.