She is a bundle of fancies; one can never rely upon what she is going to do.

What other girl in the world would get engaged on the Thursday, and come down here on the Friday to think it over--leaving, of course, her _fiance_ in town?
Doesn't that strike you as singular ?" "Is it," I asked calmly, "a genuine case ?" Lord Blenavon nodded.
"I do not think that it is a secret," he said, helping himself to wine and passing the decanter.

"She has made up her mind at last to marry Mostyn Ray.

The affair has been hanging about for more than a year.

In fact, I think that there was something said about it before Ray went abroad.