Then her gentle spirit took courage, and she looked up, and her eyes lit with comfort and hope on Mr Armstrong.
Everything could not be lost if he was there; and when he sometimes came, and took her little hand in his, and invited her to be his companion in his rides, or sought her out in her lonely walks and made her teach him the haunts of her favourite flowers or read to him from her favourite books, she began to think there was still some joy left on earth.
"Dear Mr Armstrong," she said one day when, by invitation, she came to make afternoon tea for him in his room, "you are so awfully kind to me! If I was only as old as Rosalind, I would marry you." This rather startling declaration took the tutor considerably aback.

He laughed and said-- "You are very nice as you are, Jill." "You think I'm silly, I know," said she, "but I'm not.

Would you hate me if I was older ?" "I don't think I could hate you, not even if you were a hundred." "I love you ever so much," said she.

"Please don't believe what Tom said about the Duke.

I don't like him a millionth part as much as you." "Poor Duke!" said the tutor.
"Really and truly.