So she played with her apron-strings, and tried not to feel so conscious.

There were another pair of eyes,--not such beautiful, sparkling eyes,--deep-set, earnest, sad, nay, even gloomy, watching her every movement; but of this she was not aware.

Philip had not recovered from the rebuff she had given him by refusing his offered hand, and was standing still, in angry silence, when Mrs.Corney thrust a young woman just arrived upon his attention.
'Come, Measter Hepburn, here's Nancy Pratt wi'out ev'n a soul to speak t' her, an' yo' mopin' theere.

She says she knows yo' by sight fra' having dealt at Foster's these six year.

See if yo' can't find summut t' say t' each other, for I mun go pour out tea.