I don't understand about there being no engagement, but I cannot help remembering that she cared, though I have no business to.

And she cares yet.

Oh, what a confounded idiot I am!" He told his aunts he was going to make an early start the next morning.
"I shall be off before you are up.

I guess Sarah will give me something to eat.

And, aunt Deborah, I don't know that I can get over next week." The little ladies protested, but they were secretly very proud that his business should occupy him so much.
There was a silver mist across the hills, when Gifford led his horse out of the barn the next morning, and the little sharp paving-stones in the stable-yard, with thin lines of grass between them, were shining with dew.