"Yes. Just right. I am glad of it," said Margaret, looking up straight into his face with her speaking eyes, and then dropping them under his eloquent glance. He gazed back at her for a minute, as if he did not know exactly what he was about. Then sighed; and saying, "I knew you would like it," he turned away, and never spoke to her again until he bid her a formal "good night."
As Mr. Lennox took his departure, Margaret said, with a blush that she could not repress, and with some hesitation,
"Can I speak to you to-morrow? I want your help about--something."

'Yes. I am glad of it,' said Margaret, looking up straight into his face with her speaking eyes, and then dropping them under his eloquent glance. He gazed back at her for a minute, as if he did not know exactly what he was about.
Then he sighed; and saying, 'I knew you would like it,' he turned away, and never spoke to her again until he bid her a formal 'good night.'
As Mr. Lennox took his departure, Margaret said hesitantly, with a blush that she could not repress, 'Can I speak to you tomorrow? I want your help about - something.'
