'So I should think!'
'With one who comports herself like you; and—ah—in fact, now that we are about it, I may mention that the marriage has been postponed only in consequence of Beverley's death, Ida's mourning, illness, and all that sort of thing.'
'So my sacrifice in declining poor Trevor Chute, after all his faith, love, and cruel treatment, was uncalled for,' thought Clare, as she stood like a marble statue, with scorn growing on her lovely lip, while endeavouring to realize the startling tidings now given to her.
'Is this to be the end of Evelyn's endless manoeuvring and countless flirtations?' she exclaimed after a pause.
'Miss Collingwood, I spoke of Miss Desmond,' said he.
'So did I,' replied Clare, with growing anger.
'Don't be so impulsive—rude, I should say—it is bad form, bad style, very.'
'Poor mamma!' sighed Clare; 'she was a good and true gentlewoman.'
'That I grant you, but a trifle cold and stately.'
'When she died I thought it is only when angels leave us that we see the light of heaven on their wings.'