She started on seeing him, and her eye rested on me with an anxious, troubled look.
"You are become an early riser, my son," she said.
"You encourage so excellent a habit, do you not, my mother ?" "Certainly; but it seems to me a walk in the fresh morning air would be more health-giving than a seat within walls, damp with the mould of antiquity." "We have brought the dewy morning within doors," said he; while I, gathering flowers, basket, and hat, waited for Mrs.Linwood to move, that I might leave the room.

She stood between me and the threshold, and for the first time I noticed in her face a resemblance to her son.

It might be because a slight cloud rested on her brow.
"You will not have time to arrange your flowers this morning," she gravely observed to me.

"It is almost the breakfast hour, and you are still in your garden costume." My eyes bowed beneath her mildly rebuking glance, and the fear of her displeasure chilled the warm rapture which had left its glow upon my cheek.
"Let me assist you," he cried, in an animated tone.

"It was I who encroached on your time, and must bear the blame, if blame indeed there be.