But her own difficulties in the matter would have been solved.

There was, however, no dream of such a kind entertained by any of the family.
Reginald Morton was hardly regarded as a young man, and was supposed to be gloomy, misanthropic, and bookish.

Mrs.Masters was not at all averse to the companionship for the journey, and Mr.Masters was really grateful to one of the old family for being kind to his girl.
Nor must it be supposed that Mary herself had any expectations or even any hopes.

With juvenile aptness to make much of the little things which had interested her, and prone to think more than was reasonable of any intercourse with a man who seemed to her to be so superior to others as Reginald Morton, she was anxious for an opportunity to set herself right with him about that scene at the bridge.

She still thought that he was offended and that she had given him cause for offence.