Anna Katharine Green,
That Affair Next Door
“ They looked at me wistfully, so wistfully."Say it was not Howard," whispered Caroline, stealing up a little nearer to my side."And we will never forget it," murmured Isabella, in what I am obliged to say was not her society manner."I hope to be able to say it," was my short rejoinder, made difficult by the prejudices I had formed. "When I see your brother, I may be able to decide at a glance that the person I saw entering your house was not he.""Yes, oh, yes. Do you hear that, Isabella? Miss Butterworth will save Howard yet. O you dear old soul. I could almost love you!" ”
