But I listened to some foolish gossip about your boasting of your conquests with ladies and the like.

I know I ought not to have listened to it, but I did.

I am very sorry; will you forgive me ?" She said this frankly, and without hesitation; yet I thought I saw a blush mount her cheek as she spoke.
"If there is anything to forgive, I do forgive you," I replied, "especially as I despise that class of individuals as much as you.

The vapid, dancing society mannikin is everywhere an object of contempt, while a society girl, as generally accepted, is not a whit more to my taste." I saw she was pleased at this, and I felt I loved her more than ever.
Did she, I wondered, care anything for me?
Was there any vestige of interest in her heart beyond that which she felt for any passing acquaintance?
"Mr.Blake," she said, after pausing a second, "do you remember what we were talking about that day when we last rode out together ?" "We were talking of Mr.Voltaire," I said.

"Have you found out anything more about him ?" "No, I have not.