"How dark it is in here! The fire has dazzled my eyes.

I'll get a light." "Oh, don't," he said; "I like the firelight." But she had gone, and came back again with Sally, who carried the lamps, and looked very much surprised, for Sally knew Ashurst ways better than Mr.Forsythe did: her young man always went home at nine.
"How pleasant it was at Miss Deborah's!" Lois began, when Sally had gone out, and she was left alone to see the anxiety in Dick's face.

"Nobody has such nice dinners as Miss Deborah and Miss Ruth." Lois's voice was not altogether firm, yet, to her own surprise, she began to feel quite calm, and almost indifferent; she knew why Dick had come, but she did not even then know what her answer would be.
"Yes--no--I don't know," he answered.

"The fact is, I only seemed to live, Miss Lois, until I could get here to see you to-night.

I heard your father say he was going home with Denner, and I thought you'd be alone.
So I came.