I'll lend you what you like." "No, no, my dear!" Blanche drew back, a little hurt.

Anne was keeping her at a distance for the first time in Blanche's experience of her.
"I tell you all my secrets," she said.

"Why are _you_ keeping a secret from _me ?_ Do you know that you have been looking anxious and out of spirits for some time past?
Perhaps you don't like Mr.Brinkworth?
No?
you _do_ like him?
Is it my marrying, then?
I believe it is! You fancy we shall be parted, you goose?
As if I could do without you! Of course, when I am married to Arnold, you will come and live with us.

That's quite understood between us--isn't it ?" Anne drew herself suddenly, almost roughly, away from Blanche, and pointed out to the steps.
"There is somebody coming," she said.

"Look!" The person coming was Arnold.