He is so noble; he is so good! If I told him what I am going to tell you, he would despise me.

Own it plainly, Lucy, if I am asking too much in asking you to keep a secret from your husband." "Nonsense, child! When you are married, you will know that the easiest of all secrets to keep is a secret from your husband.

I give you my promise.

Now begin!" Clara hesitated painfully.
"I don't know how to begin!" she exclaimed, with a burst of despair.
"The words won't come to me." "Then I must help you.

Do you feel ill tonight?
Do you feel as you felt that day when you were with my sister and me in the garden ?" "Oh no." "You are not ill, you are not really affected by the heat--and yet you turn as pale as ashes, and you are obliged to leave the quadrille! There must be some reason for this." "There is a reason.