He gave a laugh, half-scornful, half-good-humoured, as he admitted to himself that not even now probably would the old man relent. And Phoebe! he imagined the happy wonder in her eyes the rolling away of all clouds between them. For six weeks now he had been a veritable brute about letters!
"That can never be the case with Miss Dunstable; especially not at Courcy Castle," said Frank, bowing easily from the corner of the sofa over which he was leaning. "Of course not," said Miss Dunstable; and Frank at once perceived that she spoke in a tone of voice differing much from that half-bantering, half-good-humoured manner that was customary with her.