Next to me on this seat.
Marian," to Mrs.Bethune, who has been sitting on the garden-chair with her, "you can make a little room, eh ?" "A great deal," says Marian.
She rises.
"Oh no! don't stir.

Not for me," says Tita, making a little gesture to her to reseat herself.

"No, thank you, Lady Rylton; I shall stay here.

I'm quite happy here.

I like sitting on the grass." She makes herself a little more comfortable where she is, regardless of the honour Lady Rylton would have done her--regardless, too, of the frown with which her hostess now regards her.
Mr.Gower turns upon her a beaming countenance.
"What you really mean is," says he, "that you like sitting near _me."_ "Indeed I do not," says Tita indignantly.
"My dear girl, _think_.