Oh, you're a fine one--what with your qualities and your fortune!" A sudden unbecoming colour came with tell-tale vehemence over her cheek and brow.
"Your qualities of mind, as I've remarked, are fine; but the qualities of your heart, my dear, are finer still.

I've been making love to you, with the choicest store of loving arts, for eight long months; and the first blush I've been enabled to raise on your lovely countenance is when I tell you you've more money than you looked for! You're a tender-hearted young lady!" "The only train I ever heard of on Sunday afternoon goes pretty soon," she said; and yet there was now an eager look of curiosity in her eyes that belied her words.
He took no notice of her warning, but resumed now with mock apology.
"But I'm afraid I'm mistaken in the identity.

Sorry to disappoint you, but the estate I allude to belongs to Miss Cameron, who lived near a locality called Turrifs Station.

Beg pardon, forgot for the moment your name was White, and that you know nothing about that interesting and historic spot." Perhaps because she had played the part of indifference so long, it seemed easiest to her, even in her present confusion of mind; at any rate she remained silent.
"Pity you weren't her, isn't it ?" He showed all his white teeth.

He had been pale at first, but in talking the fine dark red took its wonted place in his cheeks.