"Let Allan win the fortune if he can.

He will make better use of it than she could." "You are so good to me," murmured the young artist, his dark eyes flashing keenly for one-half a minute over that beautiful face.

"I am at a loss for words." Allan Lyster was gifted with a most musical voice, and he understood perfectly well how to make the most use of it.

The pathos with which he said those words was wonderful to hear.
"I am glad to see you," she said.

"Your sister tells me you think of going abroad." "Has she told you why ?" he asked eagerly.
Marion's face grew crimson.