"But that won't make any difference.

We are on rather intimate terms, you see." "Oh! Is it long since you have met ?" "Pretty long; at least it seems so to me." Grace turned, and looked full at her companion.

He did not meet her glance, but kept his profile steadily opposed, and went on smoking with a dreamy air, as if lost in memories and anticipations, sad, yet sweet.
"Really, Mr.Freeman, I hardly thought--you have always seemed to care so little about anything--I didn't suspect you of so much sentiment." "I am like other men," he returned, with a sigh.

"My affections are not given indiscriminately; but when they are given,--you understand,--I----" "Oh, I understand: pray don't think it necessary to explain.

I'm sure I'm very far from wishing to listen to confidences about another,--to----" "Yes, but I like to talk about it," interposed Freeman, earnestly.
"I haven't had a chance to open my heart, you know, for at least six months.