Harrie, this is the son of my oldest friend." "Papa's friends are all mine!" The voice was clear and sweet as the beaming eyes.

She held out her hand with a frank grace, and Sir Everard took it, its light touch thrilling to the core of his heart.
Sir Everard Kingsland rode back to Carteret Park beside the Indian officer and his daughter as a man might ride in a trance.

Surely within an hour the whole world had been changed! He rode on air instead of solid soil, and the sunshine of heaven was not half so brilliant as Harriet Hunsden's smile.
"Confess now, Sir Everard," she said, "you were shocked and scandalized.

I saw it in your face.

Oh, don't deny it, and don't tell polite fibs! I always shock people, and rather enjoy it than otherwise." "Harriet!" her father said, reprovingly.