He talked to Isabella with a confidential inclination of his body towards her as they sat on low chairs with a small table between them, and it was easy to see that she appreciated the attention of this middle-aged man of the world.
"You see, Miss Gayerson," I heard him say with a bold glance, for he was one of those fine fellows who can look straight enough at a woman, but do not care to meet the eye of a man.

"You see, I have taken you at your word.

I wonder if you meant me to." "I always mean what I say," answered Isabella; and I thought she glanced in my direction to see whether I was listening.
"A privilege of your sex--also to mean what you don't say." At this moment Madame spoke to me, and I heard no more, but we may be sure that his further conversation was of a like intellectual and noteworthy standard.

There was something in the man's lowered tone and insinuating manner that made me set him down as a lawyer.
"Do you notice," said Madame to me, "that Lucille is in better spirits ?" "Yes--I notice it with pleasure.

Good spirits are for the young--and the old." "I suppose you are right," said Madame.