I was going to marry the man Nora loved, the man I loathed.

I had a feeling that it was an intolerable wrong.
"If you please, Miss Bawn," she said.
The servants were passing up and down the staircase.

I did not want any witnesses to our interview, nor any eavesdroppers.
"Come in here, Nora," I said, opening the door of the morning-room which I usually had to myself for an hour or so after breakfast.

"And how is the child?
Better, I hope." "Little Katty is quite well again, Miss Bawn, and I've come to tell you, please Miss Bawn, that I'd rather not come back.

'Tisn't that I'm ungrateful, Miss.