Look where he would there was no comfort.

When he had sat half an hour upon the bridge he turned towards the house to dress for dinner,--and to prepare himself for an apology, if any apology might be accepted.

At the door, standing in the doorway as though waiting for him, he met his cousin Hetta.

She had on her bosom the rose he had placed in her room, and as he approached her he thought that there was more in her eyes of graciousness towards him than he had ever seen there before.
'Mr Carbury,' she said, 'mamma is so unhappy!' 'I fear that I have offended her.' 'It is not that, but that you should be so--so angry about Felix.' 'I am vexed with myself that I have vexed her,--more vexed than I can tell you.' 'She knows how good you are.' 'No, I'm not.

I was very bad just now.