In truth, we had both more to think of than Abel Fletcher's temporary displeasure.
This strange chance--what might it imply ?--to what might it not lead?
But no: if I judged Mrs.Jessop aright, it neither implied, nor would lead to, what I saw John's fancy had at once sprang toward, and revelled in, madly.

A lover's fancy--a lover's hope.

Even I could see what will-o'-the-wisps they were.
But the doctor's good wife, Ursula March's wise governess, would never lure a young man with such phantoms as these.

I felt sure--certain--that if we met the Brithwoods we should meet no one else.

Certain, even when, as we sat at our dish of tea, there came in two little dainty notes--the first invitations to worldly festivity that had ever tempted our Quaker household, and which Jael flung out of her fingers as if they had been coals from Gehenna.