"I keep telling myself I don't want that poor old woman to die, and I keep telling myself that you don't; but I'm dreadful suspicious of us both.

It means so much." "Just the way I feel," said Henry.

"I wish he'd kept his news to himself.

It wasn't legal, anyhow." "You don't suppose it will make the will not stand!" cried Sylvia, with involuntary eagerness.

Then she quailed before her husband's stern gaze.