It was easy to trace the progress of his emotions.

The furrows into which his countenance was contracted were gradually relaxed; his features were brightened into a smile; the kindness with which he had upon former occasions contemplated Emily seemed to revive in his heart.
Emily watched her opportunity.

As soon as she had finished one of the pieces, she rose and went to Mr.Tyrrel.
"Now, have not I done it nicely?
and after this will not you give me a reward ?" "A reward! Ay, come here, and I will give you a kiss." "No, that is not it.

And yet you have not kissed me this many a day.
Formerly you said you loved me, and called me your Emily.

I am sure you did not love me better than I loved you.