Moreover, her father was a miserable correspondent, and always had been.

Thus she comforted herself and was content, though not very well content, to wait.
Then there was another thing which troubled her, when she thought of it.
That good man and steady lover, Martin Newcombe, had written that he was coming to Spanish Town, and she knew very well what he was coming for and what he would say, but she did not know what she would say to him; and the thought of this troubled her.

In a letter she might put off the answer for which he had been so long and patiently waiting, but when she met him face to face there could be no more delay; she must tell him yes or no, and she was not ready to do this.
There was so much to think of, so many plans to be considered in regard to going back to Barbadoes or staying in Jamaica, that really she could not make up her mind, at least not until she had seen her father.

She would be so sorry if Mr.Newcombe came to Spanish Town before her father should arrive, or at least before she should hear from him.
Then there was another thing which added to the twilight of these cheerful days, and this Kate could scarcely understand, because she could see no reason why it should affect her.

The Governor, whom they frequently met in the course of the pleasant social functions of the town, looked troubled, and was not the genial gentleman he used to be.
Of course he had a right to his own private perplexities and annoyances, but it grieved Kate to see the change in him.