Then she said: "You never knew who my--my--husband was ?" "Never." "I remember--he never came to the house.

Well, I gave my child almost his father's name.

I called him Wynne; his father's name was Wayne." Mrs.Bennet clasped her hands in her lap.
"How wonderful! how wonderful!" was all she said.
Lawrence Newt knocked at the door, and Amy and he came in.

There was so sweet and strange a light upon Amy's face that Mrs.Bennet looked at her in surprise.

Then she looked at Lawrence Newt; and he cheerfully returned her glance with that smiling, musing expression in his eyes that was utterly bewildering to Mrs.Bennet.She could only look at each of the persons before her, and repeat her last words: "How wonderful! how wonderful!" Amy Waring, who had not heard the previous conversation between her two aunts, blushed as she heard these words, as if Mrs.Bennet had been alluding to something in which Amy was particularly interested.
"Amy," said Mrs.Bennet.
Amy could scarcely raise her eyes.