Mine will be a dull, miserable home without you.

Only please tell me what to say to him." "Oh, I leave that to you.

I have often admired the way you soften your refusals.

'Le seigneur Jupiter sait dorer la pillule'-- there, that's Moliere." "Well, I suppose I must say--" "Let me see what HE says first." She scanned the letter closely, to see whether there was any thing that could point to Henry Little.

But there was not a word to indicate he feared a rival, though the letter was any thing but presumptuous.
Then Grace coaxed her father, and told him she feared her inexperience had made her indiscreet.