She had told Tom that he must be _very_ specially delightful to Tita; Tom, so far, has seemed to find no difficulty in obeying her.

To him, indeed, Tita is once more the little merry, tiny girl whom he had taught to ride and drive in those old, good, past, sweet days, when he used to spend all his vacations with his uncle.
"Will you come and help us ?" says Tita, turning to Gower.
That young man spreads his arms abroad as if in protestation.
"What a question from you to me!" says he reproachfully.
"'Call, and I follow; I follow, _though_ I die!'" "You're too silly for anything," returns she most ungratefully, turning her back upon him.
"'Twas ever thus,'" says Mr.Gower, who seems to be in a poetical mood.

"Yet what have I done ?" "Oh, nothing--nothing!" cries Tita petulantly.

"It is only the day! Surely it would depress anyone!" Her eyes wandered down the room, and are now fixed upon the curtains that hide the window where Mrs.Bethune and her husband are conversing.
"Anyone but _me!"_ says Mr.Gower, with an exalted air.

"I was up early this morning to----" "Up early! I like that! When _were_ you up ?" asks Mrs.Chichester, between whom and Randal there is always a living feud.