Once he looked up in Valencia's face, and saw that she was looking at him.

A flush came over his cheeks for a moment, and then he seemed as impassive as ever.
What could he want there! How very gauche and rude of him; so unlike him, too! And she said, civilly enough, to him, "I fear, Mr.Headley, we must begin packing up now." "I fear you must, indeed," answered he, as if starting from a dream.

He spoke in a tone, and with a look, which made both the women start; for what they meant it was impossible to doubt.
"I fear you must.

I have foreseen it a long time; and so, I fear (and he rose from his seat), must I, unless I mean to be very rude.

You will at least take away with you the knowledge, that you have given to one person's existence, at least for a few weeks, pleasure more intense than he thought earth could hold." "I trust that pretty compliment was meant for me," said Lucia, half playful, half reproving.
"I am sure that it ought not to have been meant for me," said Valencia, more downright than her sister.