She gave no heed to the name.

The little quiet footing and the bowed head by his side, moved him to entreat her not to be unhappy.
Her voice had another tone when she answered that she was not unhappy.
"No tears at all ?" Wilfrid stooped to get a close view of her face.

"I thought I saw one.

If it's about the harp, look!--you shall go into that cottage where the light is, sit there, and wait for me, and I will bring you what remains of it.

I dare say we can have it mended." Emilia lifted her eyes.