It _is_ late.
Good-night, dad." I examined my face as soon as he closed the door.

There _was_ a change.

Not the change from health to disease, but an expression lurking there--a reflection of some unrevealed secret.
The next morning was passed with Alice and the children.

He was pleased with her prettiness and sprightliness, and his gentle manner and disposition pleased her.

She asked him to let me spend another year in Rosville; but he said that I must return to Surrey, and that he never would allow me to leave home again.
"She will marry." "Not early." "Never, I believe," I said.
"It will be as well." "Yes," she replied; "if you leave her a fortune, or teach her some trade, that will give her some importance in the world." Her wisdom astonished me.
He was sorry, he said, that Morgeson was not at home.