It ran off the porch and dripped on the creepers, and from the creepers upon the edge of Grace's cloak and skirts.
"The rain is wetting your dress; please do come in," he said.

"It really makes my heart ache to let you stay here." Immediately inside the front door was the door of his sitting-room; he flung it open, and stood in a coaxing attitude.

Try how she would, Grace could not resist the supplicatory mandate written in the face and manner of this man, and distressful resignation sat on her as she glided past him into the room--brushing his coat with her elbow by reason of the narrowness.
He followed her, shut the door--which she somehow had hoped he would leave open--and placing a chair for her, sat down.

The concern which Grace felt at the development of these commonplace incidents was, of course, mainly owing to the strange effect upon her nerves of that view of him in the mirror gazing at her with open eyes when she had thought him sleeping, which made her fancy that his slumber might have been a feint based on inexplicable reasons.
She again proffered the notes; he awoke from looking at her as at a piece of live statuary, and listened deferentially as she said, "Will you then reconsider, and cancel the bond which poor Grammer Oliver so foolishly gave ?" "I'll cancel it without reconsideration.

Though you will allow me to have my own opinion about her foolishness.