Her health manifestly improved; languor was unknown to her; her cheeks had a warmer hue, a delicate carnation, subtly answering to her thoughts.
She abhorred sentimentality.

This was one of her first intimate declarations, and Harvey bore it in mind.

He might praise, glorify, extol her to the uttermost, and be rewarded by her sweetest smiles; but for the pretty follies of amatory transport she had no taste.

Harvey ran small risk of erring in this direction; he admired and reverenced her maidenly aloofness; her dignity he found an unfailing charm, the great support of his own self-respect.

A caress was not at all times forbidden, but he asserted the privilege with trembling diffidence.