Solemn, and still, and white! What dark fairy is that gliding round the fish-pond ?" "That," said Eeny, "is Agnes Darling." "Who ?" questioned Doctor Danton, suddenly and sharply.
"Agnes Darling, our seamstress.

Dear me, Doctor Danton, one would think you knew her!" There had been a momentary change in his face, and Eeny's suspicious eyes were full upon him--only momentary, though; it was gone directly, and his unreadable countenance was as calm as a summer's sky.

Doctor Frank might have been born a duke, so radically and unaffectedly nonchalant was he.
"The name has a familiar sound; but I don't think I know your seamstress.

Go and play me a waltz, Eeny." There was no getting anything out of Doctor Danton which he did not choose to tell.

Eeny knew that, and went over to the piano, a little provoked at the mystery they made of it.
But destiny that shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we will, had made up its mind for further revelations, and against destiny even Doctor Frank was powerless.