The time for setting out drew near, and she went to get ready.

She stood reflecting.

The longing to see the poet she was now distinctly in love with overpowered all other considerations.
'I don't want to go,' she said to herself.

'I can't bear to be away! And I won't go.' She told her husband that she had changed her mind about wishing to sail.
He was indifferent, and went his way.
For the rest of the day the house was quiet, the children having gone out upon the sands.

The blinds waved in the sunshine to the soft, steady stroke of the sea beyond the wall; and the notes of the Green Silesian band, a troop of foreign gentlemen hired for the season, had drawn almost all the residents and promenaders away from the vicinity of Coburg House.
A knock was audible at the door.
Mrs.Marchmill did not hear any servant go to answer it, and she became impatient.