I was stung from my self-possession.

I could not conceal my feelings; nay, I was uncourteous in thy presence.

Canst thou forgive thy friend, Ione ?' Ione placed her hand in his, but replied not.
'Think no more of this,' said he; 'but let it be a warning voice, to tell thee how much prudence thy lot requires.

It cannot hurt thee, Ione, for a moment; for a gay thing like this could never have been honored by even a serious thought from Ione.

These insults only wound when they come from one we love; far different indeed is he whom the lofty Ione shall stoop to love.' 'Love!' muttered Ione, with an hysterical laugh.