The love-light was in her eyes, but Andrew did not open the door for her, for he was a Scotch graduate.

Besides, she might one day be his wife.
The minister's toddy-ladle clinked against his tumbler, but Andrew did not speak.

Clarrie was the girl he generally adored.
"As for Clarrie," he said at last, "she puts me in an awkward position.
How do I know that I love her ?" "You have known each other a long time," said the minister.
His guest was cleaning his pipe with a hair-pin, that his quick eye had detected on the carpet.
"And she is devoted to you," continued Mr.Eassie.
The young man nodded.
"What I fear," he said, "is that we have known each other too long.
Perhaps my feeling for Clarrie is only brotherly--" "Hers for you, Andrew, is more than sisterly." "Admitted.

But consider, Mr.Eassie, she has only seen the world in soirees.

Every girl has her day-dreams, and Clarrie has perhaps made a dream of me.