There was no sign of any confidence having been made to Alda.
I remembered Alda's words and her admonition, "Be inside the pavilion."
I looked twice to be sure that there was no confusion between the names, but it is my sister Alda beyond a doubt.
To poor Alda, thought Felix, but Robina ought not to be sacrificed.
I really want to understand how it has all been with Alda and Clement.
Alda attempted no more—hers was a grief that would not brook the light.
About four o'clock came Thomas Underwood, embracing Alda like another daughter.
Mrs. Merivale,” I said, simply, “we know all about Miss Alda.
You see Alda and Cherry never will get on together; and Cherry seems glad of an excuse to stay from home.
But when I learned of the nail I suspected the truth, and later, Alda told me all.
