The thought is hardly hatched in his mind when the lady retraces those two steps she had got beyond him, and raising her veil, reposes her glance on his face, while she softly asks, "Are you one of Mr. Yorke's sons?"

The thought is hardly hatched in his mind when the lady retraces her steps to him, raises her veil, and softly asks, "Are you one of Mr. Yorke's sons?"
