At six the others went to ride or walk; I was never called, and did not even wonder at it.
All this time Richard had been going every day to town and coming back by the evening train.

It was pretty tiresome work, and he looked rather pale and worn; but I believe he could not stay away.

I sometimes felt a little sorry when I saw how much he was out of spirits, but I was in such a happy realm myself, it did not depress me long: in truth, I forgot it when he was not actually before me, and sometimes even then.
"I do not think you are listening to what I say," he said to me one night as he sat by me in the parlor.

I blushed desperately, and tried to listen better.

Ah! how often it happened after that.