I blush again to think how much I pained him, and how silently he bore it all.
The last days of July were very busy ones in the Wall-street office, and Richard did not give himself a holiday, till one Saturday, much to be remembered, the very last day of the month.

I recall with penitence, the impatient feeling that I had when Richard told me he was going to take the day at home.

I felt intuitively that it would spoil it all for me.

After breakfast, we all played croquet, and then I shut myself into my room with my German books, and selfishly saw no one till dinner.

At dinner I was excited and half frightened, as I always was when Mr.
Langenau and Richard were both present, and both watching me; it was impossible to please either.
Something was said about the afternoon, and Richard (who all this time knew nothing of the German class) said to me, evidently afraid of some other engagement being entered on, "I hope you will drive with me, Pauline, at five.