She has benefited greatly by the change of air, and we have arranged to return home to-morrow.
Otherwise, we should have gladly profited by your kind offer of tickets for the ball." Of course I had one eye on the young lady while he was speaking.

She was looking at her father, and a sudden sadness was stealing over her face.
What did it mean?
Disappointment at missing the ball?
No, it was a much deeper feeling than that.

My interest was excited.

I addressed a complimentary entreaty to the doctor not to take his daughter away from us.

I asked him to reflect on the irreparable eclipse that he would be casting over the Duskydale ballroom.