"I positively dislike him."
"You never looked at him softly with your nice blue eyes?"
"My eyes are not blue."
"They seem very blue sometimes, but I'm not good at colours. I am glad you don't like Percy. It has removed a great weight from my mind. I had a dreadful suspicion, Nellie, and—and I was afraid it might interfere with my sleep; but I won't say anything more about it now. Don't you think we had better meet this evening, when it is getting dusk," George rambled on heavily, "and go a little walk, and talk about plans?"
"I have no plans," said Nellie. "I shall just go on living here until Miss Yard dies, and then I shall pack up my belongings—including the round table in the parlour—and disappear from Highfield forever."
"Not you," said George. "I have a quantity of plans, Nellie; a lot for you as well as for myself."
"Tell me all about them."
"This is not the time."
"Can't you speak while we stand here in the sunshine?"
"It would be easier if we were walking about in the dark."