Tell me at once." "I've dedicated the Variations to you," he said.
Sylvia flushed with pleasure.
"Oh, but that's absolutely darling of you," she said.

"Have you, really?
Do you mean it ?" "If you'll allow me." "Allow you?
Hermann, the Variations are mine.

Isn't it too lovely ?" It was at this moment that Aunt Barbara happened to glance at Michael, and it suddenly struck her that it was a perfectly new Michael whom she looked at.

She knew and was secretly amused at the fiasco that always attended the introduction of amiable young ladies to Ashbridge, and had warned her sister-in-law that Michael, when he chose the girl he wanted, would certainly do it on his own initiative.

Now she felt sure that Michael, though he might not be aware of it himself, was, even if he had not chosen, beginning to choose.