Still, for all her liking, Clover could have found it in her heart to quite detest him as the final moment drew near.
"Let him go home without you," she urged coaxingly.

"Stay with us all summer,--you and little Rose! He can come back in September to fetch you, and it would be so delightful to us." "My dear, I couldn't live without Deniston till September," said the disappointing Rose.

"It may not show itself to a casual observer, but I am really quite foolish about Deniston.

I shouldn't be happy away from him at all.

He's the only husband I've got,--a 'poor thing, but mine own,' as the 'immortal William' puts it." "Oh, dear," groaned Clover.