It was a kind fate that made it so difficult for her to find just the things she wanted, that sent half-a-dozen acquaintances and friends in her way.
He took Nelly's hand in his.

It was quite cold and clammy, although it had come out of a satin-lined muff.

The hand trembled.
"I heard you were going to-morrow," she said.

"I'm so glad I am in time to wish you _bon voyage_." "Won't you sit down ?" He set a chair for her in front of the fire.

The flames lit up her golden hair, and revealed her charming face in its becoming setting of the sables she wore.