I suppose the awe he inspired, like the fear of ghosts, subsided at the dawning of morning.

There was something so exhilarating in the pure fresh air, in the dewy brightness of the hour, in the exercise of roaming through a wilderness of sweets, that my spirits were too elastic to be held down.

He seemed to take an interest in watching me, and even altered the position of some white roses, which he said wanted a shading of green.
"And what are these beautiful clusters laid aside for ?" he asked, taking up some which I had deposited on the table.
"I thought," I answered, after a slight hesitation, "that Edith would like them for your room." "Then it is only to please Edith you place them there, not to please yourself ?" "I should not dare to do it to please myself," I hastily replied.
I thought I must have said something wrong, for he turned away with a peculiar smile.

I colored with vexation, and was glad that Edith came in to divert his attention from me.
Nothing could be more gentle and affectionate than his greeting.

He went up and kissed her, as if she were a little child, put his arm round her, and taking one of her crutches, made her lean on him for support.