She would have fallen upon his neck in the exuberance of her triumph and her satisfaction, but he coldly repulses her.
"My dear mother, why such enthusiasm over my engagement to a girl of whom you distinctly disapprove ?" "Disapprove! Of Tita! Dearest Maurice, what an idea!" "We won't go into it," says Maurice, with a gesture of ill-suppressed disgust.

"I know your opinion of her.

I beg to say, however, I do not share it.

Badly as I shall come out of this transaction, I should like you to remember that I both admire and like Miss Bolton." "I know, dearest boy, I know," says Lady Rylton, in the tone one would use to an acute sufferer.

"It is very noble of you, Maurice.
It is a sacrifice.