Terribly jealous where she was concerned, Hugh was quick to notice the change, and the gloomy shadow on his face was not caused wholly by 'Lina's sad death, as many had supposed.

Hugh was very unhappy.

Instead of learning to love him, as he had sometimes hoped she might, Alice had come to dislike him, shunning his society, and always making some pretense to get away if, by chance, they were left alone; and now, as the closing act in the sad drama, Irving Stanley was coming to carry her off forever.
Hugh's heart was very sore as he sat there waiting for Alice to finish that letter, and speak to him about it.

What a long, long time it took her to read it through--longer than it needed, he was sure, for the handwriting was very plain and the letter very brief.
Alice knew he was waiting for her, and after hesitating a while, she went up to him, and laying her hand on his shoulder, as she had not done in weeks, she said: "You will be glad to see your cousin ?" "Yes; I suppose so.

Shall you ?" He turned partly around, so he could look at her; and this it was which brought the blood so quickly to her face, making her stammer as she replied: "Of course I shall be glad.