"You are, then, a 'rara avis' in your generation.

I am delighted to meet anyone who reads De Quincey." Here she hollowed her hand into a screen, and, leaning towards Katharine, inquired, in a very audible whisper, "Does your friend WRITE ?" "Mr.Denham," said Katharine, with more than her usual clearness and firmness, "writes for the Review.

He is a lawyer." "The clean-shaven lips, showing the expression of the mouth! I recognize them at once.

I always feel at home with lawyers, Mr.Denham--" "They used to come about so much in the old days," Mrs.Milvain interposed, the frail, silvery notes of her voice falling with the sweet tone of an old bell.
"You say you live at Highgate," she continued.

"I wonder whether you happen to know if there is an old house called Tempest Lodge still in existence--an old white house in a garden ?" Ralph shook his head, and she sighed.
"Ah, no; it must have been pulled down by this time, with all the other old houses.