1 - 10 from 100
She glanced down the room; there was significance in her eyes. Sir John followed her look. Kitty and Trevor had now stopped all music. Trevor was talking in a low tone to the girl; Kitty's head was slightly bent and she was pulling a white chrysanthemum to pieces. "I wonder what he is saying to her?" thought Mrs. Aylmer. Then all of a sudden she made up her mind.
Trevor, have I told you everything?" she said, and she sprang to her feet, the color suffusing her cheeks and her eyes growing bright. "And are you going to send me out into the cold? Are you never going to speak to me again? Are you going to forsake me?" "No, no; sit down," said a voice, and then Florence did indeed color painfully, for Mrs.
You're going to give Trevor a sample of what the Wyndhams can do. I know we're a rotten tribe, but we've got our points. In Heaven's name, let's make the most of 'em!" He bent abruptly and kissed her. "Life's all right," he said. "And so's the world. But you've got to get used to the idea that it's not a place to stay in. It's no good sitting down by the wayside to cry.
But yet the evidence was against me. And me, I did not contradict the evidence." "I see. You were shielding someone. Who was it? Rupert?" At Bertrand's quick start Max also smiled with grim humour. "You see, I know my own people rather well. I'm glad it wasn't Chris, anyway. Then she had nothing at all to do with your quarrel with Trevor?" "Nothing," Bertrand said "nothing."
Trevor looked at her anxiously. He had hated to hurt her. Rosella gazed vaguely at the fire. Then at last the tears filled her eyes. "I am sorry, very, very sorry," said Trevor, kindly. "But to have told you anything but the truth would have done you a wrong and, then, no earnest work is altogether wasted.
He stuck on the end of his knife a piece of sole, out of which the life had barely departed, and held it up before the fire to roast. "Hand me a mug o' tea, an' a biscuit, Zulu," said Joe Davidson; "fill it up, boy. I like good measure." "Are them taters ready?" asked Luke Trevor. "An' the plum-duff? You haven't got any for us to-day, have 'ee?" "Shut up!" cried Zulu.
Short's party was all-powerful at Asquith, there were some who, for various reasons, refused to agree in the condemnation of Mr. Cooke. Judge Short and the other gentlemen in his position were, of course, restricted, but Mr. Trevor came out boldly in the face of severe criticism and declared that his daughter should accept any invitation from Mrs.
"And bring Trevor's coat. It's in the billiard-room. I suppose we really must go back this time, but you will bring me again, won't you, Trevor?" "As often as you care to come," he said. "Ah, yes! Only I'm so full of engagements just now. It's such a nuisance. One can never get away." "What! Tired of London?" he said. "Oh no, not really. But I want to be here, too. I love this place.
I never need change of air here in my rose-bower. But come: what roses shall I pick for you?" "I must give Miss Aylmer her flowers, as she is practically my guest," said Trevor, coming forward at that moment. He picked a moss-rose bud and a few Scotch roses, made them into a posy, and gave them to Florence.
"I I don't think I can, Trevor," she said, speaking very rapidly. "My throat won't swallow. It would only choke me. Please please, if you don't mind go away. I shall be all right if if you will only go." "I can't leave you like this," he said. "Yes, yes, you can," she answered feverishly. "Oh, what does it matter? Trevor, I must be alone. I must! I must! Please go!"