Happy to meet you again, Mr. Carew; I trust you don't forget me.'
"Your father admired him tremendously," Mrs. Carew went on to say.
Carew's experiences on Trinidad produced an ineffaceable impression on his mind.
There's a judgment entered upon Carew's bond of February, isn't there?
Mrs. Carew's active malice could invent but one sting for the heart of her step-daughter at so short a notice.
"Grieved to hear it, Mr. Carew," was the grave, sententious reply.
Carew lacks the dewy freshness, the unstudied grace of Herrick.
"I have not treated you in this wise, Mr. Carew," said he, calmly.
So Carew and Meryl were left alone by the window, looking out into the pulsing southern night.
Now, for yourself, Mr. Carew, for it is time I should speak of you.