The things we do!

"It's a long story, and such an old scandal now, that there is no use in
repeating it," says Clive.
"You only talk about Helen because you wish to turn away the conversation
from Miss Freeman," cries the young lady--"from Miss Baliol, I mean."
"We will talk about whichever you please. Which shall we begin to pull to
pieces?" says Clive. You see, to be in this carriage--to be actually with
her--to be looking into those wonderful lucid eyes--to see her sweet
mouth dimpling, and hear her sweet voice ringing with its delicious
laughter--to have that hour and a half his own, in spite of all the
world-dragons, grandmothers, convenances, the future--made the young
fellow so happy, filled his whole frame and spirit with a delight so
keen, that no wonder he was gay, and brisk, and lively.
"And so you knew of my goings-on?" he asked. O me! they were at Reigate
by this time; there was Gatton Park flying before them on the wings of
the wind.
"I know of a number of things," says the bonnet, nodding with ambrosial
curls.


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