'Dear Aunt Pattie--don't move'-- she said, bending over her--'I am tired and will go to bed.' Manisty, who had turned at her movement, sprang up, and came to her.
'Eleanor! did we walk you too far this afternoon ?' She smiled, but hardly replied.

He busied himself with gathering up her possessions, and lit her candle at the side-table.
As she passed by him to the door, he looked at her furtively for a moment,--hanging his head.

Then he pressed her hand, and said so that only she could hear-- 'I should have kept my regrets to myself!' She shook her head, with faint mockery.
'It would be the first time.' Her hand dropped from his, and she passed out of sight.

Manisty walked back to his seat discomfited.

He could not defend himself against the charges of secret tyranny and abominable ill-humour that his conscience was pricking him with.