I looked round for Edith,--but Ernest watched over her, like an earthly providence.

My backward glance to her prevented my seeing the faces of those who were seated behind me.

But what mattered it?
They were strangers, and heaven grant that they would ever remain so.
"Are you entirely recovered ?" asked Richard, in an anxious tone.

"I never saw any one's countenance change so instantaneously as yours.

You were as white as your cambric handkerchief.