But she's always looking around for somebody else to talk to; and I've seen her get up and move off just as he was coming across the room toward her, and I'm just sure she saw him.

There's another reason, too, why I think Mother isn't going to choose him for her lover.

I heard something she said to him one day.
She was sitting before the fire in the library, and he came in.

There were other people there, quite a lot of them; but Mother was all alone by the fireplace, her eyes looking fixed and dreamy into the fire.

I was in the window-seat around the corner of the chimney reading; and I could see Mother in the mirror just as plain as could be.