I hope there will be no scandalous expose while we are here.

I detest scenes." "Lord Earle is far too proud for anything of that kind," said Valentine.

"If there should be any unpleasantness, it will not appear on the surface.

Mamma, you will not mention this to me again." Valentine threw off her lace shawl and pretty hat; she then took up the book her mother had laid down.
"My walk has tired me," she said; "the sun is very warm." She lay down upon the sofa and turned her face to the window, where the roses came nodding in.
"Stay here and read," said lady Charteris, with delicate tact.

"I am going to write my letters." Valentine lay still, looking at the summer beauty outside.