But--one moment!" He laid a hand on her shoulder, and abruptly asked her whether she thought her Cousin Constance was in love with Douglas Falloden.
"Your mother's always talking to me about it," he said, with a wearied perplexity.
"I don't know," said Nora, frowning.

"But I shouldn't wonder." "Then I shall have to make some enquiries," said Connie's guardian, with resignation.

"She's a masterful young woman.

But she can be very sweet when she likes.

Do you see what she gave me to-day ?" He pointed to a beautiful Viennese edition of Aeschylus, in three sumptuous volumes, which had just appeared and was now lying on the Reader's table.
Nora took it up with a cry of pleasure.