"Oh;—indeed; yes;—I think I heard Patience say that you were at the Priory."
"I suppose I shall not be telling any secret to you in talking about him and your cousin Mary?"
Clarissa felt that she was blushing up to her brow, but she made a great effort to compose herself. "Oh, no," she said, "we all know of it."
"I hope he may be successful," said Gregory.
"I do not know. I cannot tell."
"I never knew a man more thoroughly in love than he is."
"I don't believe it," said Clarissa.
"Not believe it! Indeed you may, Clary. I have never seen her, but from what he says of her I suppose her to be most beautiful."
"She is,—very beautiful." This was said with a strong emphasis.
"And why should you not believe it?"