Was it not cowardly to get her here at a disadvantage and begin to talk to her about what she had no wish to hear?
"Yes--I have thought once or twice of you," she said.
"How good of you, Raby!" said he, trying to take her hand.

"May I hope it was with something more than indifference--with love ?" "Certainly not," said she, drawing back her hand, and, in spite of the rain, starting to walk.
Bitterly crestfallen, he walked at her side and held his umbrella over her.
"You are harsh with me," said he reproachfully.
"I am sorry.

You should not have provoked me.

I asked you not to talk about it." "I am afraid, Miss Atherton," said he, "some one has been prejudicing you against me.

Percy, perhaps, has been talking about me." Raby walked on without replying.
"Percy is very angry with me for doing what it was only my duty to do as his friend--and yours.