How often it is that Nature is unkind to a girl as she grows into womanhood, and robs the attractive child of her charms! How often will the sparkle of early youth get itself quenched utterly by the dampness and clouds of the opening world.
He knew all that,--and knew too that he had only just seen her, had barely heard the voice which had sounded so silvery sweet in his ears.
But there she was,--to be seen again, to be heard, if possible, and to receive his judgment.

'Miss Bolton,' he said, coming down the stone steps which he had ascended, that he might ring the bell, and offering her his hand.
'Mr.Caldigate!' 'You remember me, then ?' 'Oh yes, I remember you very well.

I do not see people often enough to forget them.

And papa said that you were coming home.' 'I have come at once to call upon your mother and your father,--and upon you.

I have to thank him for great kindness to me before I went.' 'Poor mamma is not quite well,' said the daughter.