We were advised that London was cruel cold, and that all folk of this city hated their fellow-men.

So, since 'twas welcome to be thus kindly entreated, I believed it but the act of courtesy to express our thanks more seeming than we might as that we were two beggars by the wayside.

Therefore, I pay the first flower of my perpetual tribute." He bowed and extended, as he spoke, a deep red rose.

His eye, though still direct, was as much imploring as it was bold.
Instinctively Mary Connynge and Lady Catharine had drawn together, retreating somewhat from this intrusion.

They were now standing, like any school girls, looking timidly over their shoulders, as he advanced.
Lady Catharine hesitated, and yet she moved forward a half pace, as though bidden by some unheard voice.