"I don't allow myself to expect anything, dear. I desire you to follow your own feeling. You have never told me what that was."
"What is the use of telling?" said Gwendolen, hearing a reproach in that true statement. "When I have anything pleasant to tell, you may be sure I will tell you."
"But Mr. Grandcourt will consider that you have already accepted him, in allowing him to come. His note tells you plainly enough that he is coming to make you an offer."
"Very well; and I wish to have the pleasure of refusing him."
Mrs. Davilow looked up in wonderment, but Gwendolen implied her wish not to be questioned further by saying-"Put down that detestable needle-work, and let us walk in the avenue. I am stifled."