He's in the billiard-room, thinking over his sins and getting low-spirited." "And I shall be a change ?" "I don't know about that.

Perhaps he's a homoeopathist." "I hate you!" said Claudia, with a very kind glance, as she pursued her way in the direction indicated.
"She means no harm," said Morewood.
"But she may do the devil of a lot.

We can't help it, can we ?" "No--not our business if we could," said Morewood.
Claudia paused for a moment at the door.

Eugene was still sitting with his head on his hand.
"It's very odd," thought she.

"What's he looking at the easel for?
There's nothing on it!" Then she began to sing.