’Youkeepyouropinionstoyourself，’Ireplied；
becauseIknewthedear，andherlittlebitsofjealousy；’ithappensthatyouarequitewrong，thistime。Lorna，comewithme，mydarling。’
’Ohyes，Lorna；gowithhim，’criedLizzie，droppingherlip，inawaywhichyoumustseetoknowitsmeaning；’Johnwantsnobodynowbutyou；andnonecanfindfaultwithhistaste，dear。’
’Youlittlefool，Ishouldthinknot，’Ianswered，veryrudely；for，betwixtthelotofthem，myLorna’seyelasheswerequivering；’now，dearestangel，comewithme；andsnapyourhandsatthewholeofthem。’
Myangeldidcome，withasigh，andthenwithasmile，whenwewerealone；butwithoutanyunangelicattemptatsnappinghersweetwhitefingers。