Not fit for MY society." "Precisely; I invite him for my own." But the whispers and responses were alike unheeded by their object.
For, at the doorway, entering with Mrs.Jessop, was a tall girl in deep mourning.

We knew her--we both knew her--our dream at Enderley--our Nut-browne Mayde.
John was near to the door--their eyes met.

She bowed--he returned it.
He was very pale.

For Miss March, her face and neck were all in a glow.

Neither spoke, nor offered more than this passing acknowledgment, and she moved on.
She came and sat down beside me, accidentally, I believe; but when she saw me she held out her hand.