"I am as miserable in one place as in another." "We will say Friday week, then," returned Lord Newhaven, ignoring, as he invariably did, any allusions to their relative position, and because he ignored them she made many.

"The country," he added, hurriedly, "will be very refreshing after the glare and dust and empty worldly society of London." She looked at him in anger.

She did not understand the reason, but she had long vaguely felt that all conversation seemed to dry up in his presence.

He mopped it all into his own sponge, so to speak, and left every subject exhausted.
She rose in silent dignity, and went to her boudoir and lay down there.
The heat was very great, and another fire was burning within her, withering her round cheek, and making her small, plump hand look shrunk and thin.

A fortnight had passed, and she had not heard from Hugh.