What will he think and say?
Grandfather, it is dreadful!" "What did you tell him for, Iris, my dear?
Why couldn't you let things go on?
And by telling him you will lose your pupil." "Yes, of course; and, worse still, I shall lose his letters.

We live so quietly here that his letters have come to me like news of another world.

How many different worlds are there all round one in London?
It has been pleasant to read of that one in which ladies go about beautifully dressed always, and where the people have nothing to do but to amuse themselves.

He has told me about this world in which he lives, and about his own life, so that I know everything he does, and where he goes; and"-- here she sighed heavily--"of course it could not go on forever; and I should not mind so much if it had not been carried on under false pretenses." "No false pretenses at all, my dear.

Don't think it." "I sent back his last check," she said, trying to find a little consolation for herself.