There was something really effective about it--or perhaps it was in the manner of its delivery.

So she sat in silence, most dreadfully ill at ease, and not finding a single word wherewith to answer him.
"Charlotte," said Mr Ogilvie in a low voice, bending over her, "Charlotte." "Mr Ogilvie!" gasped the unhappy lady, almost frightened out of her wits.
"You _once_ called me Granville," he murmured, trying to take her hand.
"But I can't do it again!" cried Aunt Charlotte, shaking her head vigorously.

"It wouldn't be proper.

We are just two old people, you see, and--and----" "H'm!" Mr Ogilvie straightened himself again.

"It is true I am no longer in my first youth, and time has certainly left its mark upon my lineaments; but you, dear friend, are one of those whose charms intensify with years." Here he took out a white pocket-handkerchief, and passed it lightly across his eyes.