But it is of no use.

Mary Rogers was right when she said you had no wish to please anybody but Mrs.Peyton, and no eyes for anybody but her.

And if it hadn't been too ridiculous, considering her age and yours, she'd say you were dead in love with her." For an instant Clarence felt the blood rush to his face and then sink away, leaving him pale and cold.

The room, which had seemed to whirl around him, and then fade away, returned with appalling distinctness,--the distinctness of memory,--and a vision of the first day that he had seen Mrs.Peyton sitting there, as he seemed to see her now.

For the first time there flashed upon him the conviction that the young girl had spoken the truth, and had brusquely brushed the veil from his foolish eyes.