We have no one like that in Germany.

He almost puzzles me." Philippa glanced up to find her companion's dark eyes fixed upon her.
"There is very little about Henry that need puzzle any one," she complained bitterly.

"He is just an overgrown, spoilt child, devoted to amusements, and following his fancy wherever it leads him.

Why do you look at me, Mr.Lessingham, as though you thought I was keeping something back?
I am not, I can assure you." "Perhaps I was wondering," he confessed, "how you really felt towards a husband whose outlook was so unnatural." She looked down at her intertwined fingers.
"Do you know," she said softly, "I feel, somehow or other, although we have known one another such a short time, as though we were friends, and yet that is a question which I could not answer.

A woman must always have some secrets, you know." "A man may try sometimes to preserve his," he sighed, "but a woman is clever enough, as a rule, to dig them out." A faint tinge of colour stole into her cheeks.