My regards to your husband." He stood watching the carriage whirl down the road, with a shade of envy on his face.
When Helen had gone, and the little group on the porch had scattered, Lois rose to go into the house, but Gifford begged her to wait.
"You stay too much in-doors," he remonstrated; "it has made your face a little white.

Do come into the garden awhile." "She does look badly," said Mrs.Dale from the top of the steps, contemplating her niece critically.

"I declare it puts me out of all patience with her, to see her fretting in this way." Mrs.Dale was experiencing that curious indignation at a friend's suffering which expends itself upon the friend; in reality her heart was very tender towards her niece.

"She misses the Forsythes," Mrs.Dale continued.

"She's been so occupied with Arabella Forsythe since the accident, she feels as if she had nothing to do." There was no lack of color in Lois's face now, which did not escape Gifford's eye.
"Go, now, and walk with Gifford," said Mrs.Dale coaxingly, as though she were speaking to a child.
Lois shook her head, without looking at him.