Please do not ask me to tell you his name." "Oh, but you make me all the more eager to learn.

Mystery, you know, is intolerable to a woman, except in the unravelling.

Come, tell me! Tell me! Not, of course, that I really care a farthing to know--but the mystery! A mystery drives me wild.

Tell me, please do, Cousin Malcolm." She certainly was posing for the stranger's benefit, and was doing all in her power, while coaxing me, to display her charms, graces, and pretty little ways.

Her attitude and conduct spoke as plainly as the spring bird's song speaks to its mate.