I think I had known all the time that my fine gentleman and Anthony Cardew were one and the same, had understood all the time why he was so certain that his presence in our woods would be unwelcome to my grandparents.
"You never know where he might be, Anthony Cardew," Miss Bride went on, holding my hand.

"One day at one end of Europe, the next at the other.
Don't think of him, child.

He is better worth thinking of than most men, but none of them are worth it.

Good-bye, Bawn; be sure and write us word of all your fine doings." Miss Henrietta came with me to the phaeton to whisper in my ear that I was not to mind her sister's odd views about gentlemen, because poor Bride lived in perpetual fear that she, Miss Henrietta, might marry and leave her..