how you come,” said Bella, stopping short as she glanced at him, “to say to me just what she said about it!”
“I infer that it must be because I feel just as she felt about it.”
“And how was that, do you mean to say, sir?” asked Bella, moving again.
“That if you were inclined to win her confidence—anybody’s confidence—you were sure to do it.”
The railway, at this point, knowingly shutting a green eye and opening a red one, they had to run for it. As Bella could not run easily so wrapped up, the Secretary had to help her. When she took her opposite place in the carriage corner, the brightness in her face was so charming to behold, that on her exclaiming, “What beautiful stars and what a glorious night!” the Secretary said “Yes,” but seemed to prefer to see the night and the stars in the light of her lovely little countenance, to looking out of window.