You will understand me better when we get to be old friends--won't you ?" She spoke in low sweet tones of entreaty.

Percy's arm stole softly round her.
"Are we never to be nearer and dearer to each other than old friends ?" he asked in a whisper.

"I am not a hero--your goodness overrates me, dear Miss Charlotte.

My one ambition is to be the happy man who is worthy enough to win _you_.

At your own time! I wouldn't distress you, I wouldn't confuse you, I wouldn't for the whole world take advantage of the compliment which your sympathy has paid to me.