"But I'll magnanimously admit that I'm delighted to see you.

I'll even lay aside my wounded sensibilities enough to ask you where you've been." "I!" faltered Elfrida softly, with her wide-eyed smile.
"Oh! as if that were of any consequence!" She stepped back a pace or two to look at an unpacked canvas, and her expression changed.

"Ah!" she said gravely, "how good it is to see that! I wish I could remember by myself so much, half so much, of the sunlight of that country.

In three days of these fogs I had forgotten it.

I mean the reality of it Only a pale theory staid with me.