Then Kennaston cried, suddenly: "Why, you're mad, Kathleen! Woods
wants to marry
you
! Why, he's heels over head in love with Miss
Hugonin!"
Miss Hugonin turned to Mr. Woods with a little intake of the breath.
No, I shall not attempt to tell you what Billy saw in her countenance.
Timanthes-like, I drape before it the vines of the summer-house. For
a brief space I think we had best betake ourselves outside,
leaving Margaret in a very pitiable state of anger, and shame, and