Every way of thinking she has, rubs me up the wrong way; and as for her view of me, I am just a tare sown among her wheat.

Perhaps she is right enough!" Marcella leant her cheek pensively on one hand, and with the other played with the things on the mantelpiece.
Mary looked at her, and then half smiled, half sighed.
"I think it is a very good thing you are to be married soon," she said, with her little air of wisdom, which offended nobody.

"Then you'll know your own mind.

When is it to be ?" "The end of February--after the election." "Two months," mused Mary.
"Time enough to throw it all up in, you think ?" said Marcella, recklessly, putting on her gloves for departure.

"Perhaps you'll be pleased to hear that I _am_ going to a meeting of Mr.Raeburn's next week ?" "I _am_ glad.