I am sure she must have thought me almost an imbecile, I answered her in such a confused, hesitating way.
All the time Agatha sat opposite to me, her lovely eyes drooping over the drawing on which she was engaged when I entered.

I could bear it no longer; come what might, I must see those eyes.

I went over and stood by her side.
Alas! I had rarely, if ever, spoken to any young ladies except Clare and Coralie.

I had crossed the room purposely to speak to her.

Standing by her chair, every word I had ever known in my life died from memory, I could not think of one thing to say.
Bending over the picture, I asked if she were fond of drawing, and then I hated myself for the utter imbecility of the question.
When at once the blue eyes were raised to mine all constraint died away; they kindled a fire in my heart that nothing could ever extinguish.
"Miss Thesiger," I said, "I should be so pleased if I could excite your interest in my sister." "Have you a sister ?" asked Lady Thesiger.