Won't you come farther under the trees ?" "No, I must be home, thank you.

I don't want to be late." But just then the rain came down in such a deluge that she had nothing for it but to give in and stand up for shelter.
"It seems ages since we met," began Scarfe.
Raby had a vivid enough recollection of that evening in the conservatory, but did not contradict him.
"I called at Clarges Street last month, hoping to see you, but you were away." "Yes, we were abroad--all but Percy." "I saw Percy.

Poor fellow, he did not seem himself at all.

Miss Atherton, you must not blame me if I remind you of something we were talking about when I last saw you--" "Please don't, Mr Scarfe; I have no wish to refer to it." "But I must.

Do you know, Raby, I have thought of no one but you ever since ?" Raby said nothing, and wished the rain would stop.
"Is it too much to ask whether, perhaps once or twice, you have thought of me ?" Raby began to get angry.