"And now, as I have said before, there is no hurry, but if you are quite ready, I should suggest our starting." "Just a word or two with Judy," she answered, and when the words were spoken in the doorway she laid her hand in the rector's and mounted, with his scrupulous assistance, over the red wheel to the shining black seat of the gig, which smelt of leather and varnish.

After he had taken his place beside her he tucked in the laprobe carefully at the corners, rearranged the position of his overcoat at her back, and suggested that she should put the bottle of cough syrup in the bottom of the vehicle.
Like all his attentions, this solicitude about the cough syrup had an air that was at once amorous and ministerial, a manner of implying, "Observe how I take possession of you always to your advantage." "Are you quite comfortable ?" he asked when they had rolled between the stunted rose-bushes into the turnpike.
"Oh, perfectly, you are always so thoughtful, Mr.Mullen." "I think I am right in ranking thoughtfulness--or consideration, I should have said--among the virtues." "Indeed you are; as soon as I found that you had not gone to Applegate as you intended to, I said to myself that, of course, some act of kindness had detained you." His large, very round grey eyes grew soft as he looked at her.
"You have expressed it beautifully, as 'an act of kindness,'" he returned, "since you yourself were the cause of my postponing my visit." "I--oh, you can't mean it?
What have I done ?" "Nothing.

Don't alarm yourself--absolutely nothing.

Three months ago when I spoke to you of marriage, you entreated me to allow you a little time in which to accustom yourself to my proposal.

That time of probation, which has been, I hope, equally trying to us both, has ended to-day." "But I don't think I really love you, Mr.Mullen." "I trust your eyes rather than your words--and your eyes have told me, all unconsciously to yourself, your secret." "Well, I do love your sermons, but---" "My sermons are myself.