Elenore looked up at her smilingly from the place she had taken at the tea table.
I want to talk with you about Elenore, Hastings went on, quietly.
Miss Elenore was fondest of animals, though, she murmured, absently.
If you had only seen him, youd know how appalling hed think it, Elenore had defended.
Elenore is going to Brittany to-morrow with the Waldens, Carrington told him promptly.
Miss Elenore Carrington, looking out of the window, grew suddenly dreamy-eyed.
You hadnt asked her, you know, he said, and Elenore isnt the kind of a girl to wear her heart on her sleeve.
Hastings, left alone, gave himself up to thoughts of Elenore.
Hastings greeted the morning sun joyfully, because it shone on the little town where Elenore had spent her childhood.
This was the young fellow whom Sarah had written about—who was so attentive to Elenore.