Now see what an effective exit that gives me.

Good-by, Miss White, good-by, Mrs.Little; may you all disappear as neatly." Mr.Coventry stepped smartly forward, and offered her his arm with courteous deference; she took it, and went down with him, but shot over his shoulder a side-glance of reproach at Little, for not being so prompt as his rival.
"What spirits!" said a young lady.
"Yes," said another; "but she was as dull as the grave last time I met her." So ended that evening, with its little ups and downs.
Soon after this, Henry called on Miss Carden, and spent a heavenly hour with her.

He told her his plans for getting on in the world, and she listened with a demure complacency, that seemed to imply she acknowledged a personal interest in his success.

She told him she had always ADMIRED his independence in declining his uncle's offer, and now she was beginning to APPROVE it: "It becomes a man," said she.
From the future they went to the past, and she reminded him of the snow-storm and the scene in the church; and, in speaking of it, her eye deepened in color, her voice was low and soft, and she was all tenderness.
If love was not directly spoken, it was constantly implied, and, in fact, that is how true love generally speaks.

The eternal "Je vous aime" of the French novelist is false to nature, let me tell you.
"And, when I come back from London, I hope your dear mother will give me opportunities of knowing her better." "She will be delighted; but, going to London!" "Oh, we spend six weeks in London every year; and this is our time.