The name of Mr.Lyon was half uttered, when she saw her mistake, and made a strong effort to compose her suddenly disturbed manner.
"Mrs.Markland is at home, I presume," said the visitor, in a respectful manner, as he paused a few paces distant from Fanny, and observed, with some surprise, the agitation his appearance had occasioned.
"She is.

Will you walk in, sir ?" The voice of Fanny trembled, though she strove hard to speak calmly and with apparent self-possession.
"My name is Mr.Willet." "Oh! our new neighbour." And Fanny forced a smile, while she extended her hand, as she added: "Walk in, sir.

My mother will be gratified to see you." "Has your father returned from New York ?" inquired Mr.Willet, as he stood looking down upon the face of Miss Markland, with a feeling of admiration for its beauty and innocence.
"Not yet.

Mother does not look for him until the last of this week." "He did not expect to be gone over a single day, when he left ?" "No, sir.

But business has detained him.