"I know what you＇re going to say. You hoped we should always remain good friends." This formula, as Lord Warburton uttered it, was certainly 昀at enough; but then he was interested in making it appear so.
She found herself reduced simply to "Please don＇t talk of all that"; a speech which hardly struck her as improvement on the other.
"It＇s a small consolation to allow me!" her companion exclaimed with force.
"I can＇t pretend to console you," said the girl, who,all still as she sat there, threw herself back with a sort of inward triumph on the answer that had satis昀ed him so little six months before. He was pleasant, he was powerful, he was gallant; there was no better man than he. But her answer remained.