"I am sure you are hurt." "Not I.It will have rest in the boat.

Anne," he said, looking up at her with his pleasant smile, "do you wear my colours still ?" She touched the knot on her bosom, and smiled back to him, her tone full of earnestness.

"I would wear them always." And the countess-dowager, in her bedecked flounces and crimson feather, looked as if she would like to throw the knot and its wearer into the river, in the wake of the wager boats.

After one or two false starts, they got off at last.
"Do you think it seemly, this flirtation of yours with Lord Hartledon ?" Anne turned in amazement.

The face of the old dowager was close to her; the snub nose and rouged cheeks and false flaxen front looked ready to eat her up.
"I have no flirtation with Lord Hartledon, Lady Kirton; or he with me.
When I was a child, and he a great boy, years older, he loved me and petted me as a little sister: I think he does the same still." "My daughter tells me you are counting upon one of the two.