Arthur looked at them eagerly.
"Oh, Diana! Diana!" he thought, but did not say.

That was the only speech he made, and nobody heard it.
The meetings of the Round Table were devoted to poetry, but of a very practical kind.

It was pure romance, but without any thing technically romantic.

Mrs.Waring often sat with the little party, and, as she worked, talked with Lawrence Newt of earlier days--"days when you were not born, dears," she said, cheerfully, as if to appropriate Mr.Newt.
And whenever she made this kind of allusion Amy's work became very intricate indeed, demanding her closest attention.

But Hope Wayne, remembering her first evening in his society, raised her eyes again with curiosity, and as she did so Lawrence smiled kindly and gravely, and his eyes hung upon hers as if he saw again what he had thought never to see; while Hope resolved that she would ask him under what circumstances he had known Pinewood.