I have it on my conscience to tell you--and I _will_ tell you--that I am sorry to see how this intimacy is growing.

I am sorry to see a secret understanding established already between you and Mr.Francis Clare." "Poor Frank! How you do hate him, to be sure.

What on earth has he done to offend you ?" Norah's self-control began to show signs of failing her.

Her dark cheeks glowed, her delicate lips trembled, before she spoke again.

Magdalen paid more attention to her parasol than to her sister.