We exchanged a word or two--her manner was unaltered; but she spoke hurriedly, and her fingers had their old nervous twitch.

She said this meeting was to her "unexpected," but "she was very glad to see me." So she sat, and I looked sideways at her dropped eyes--her forehead with its coronet of chestnut curls.

How would he bear the sight--he of whose heart mine was the mere faint echo?
Yet truly an echo, repeating with cruel faithfulness every throb.
He kept his position, a little aloof from the Brithwoods, who were holding a slight altercation--though more of looks than words.

John heeded them not.

I was sure, though he had never looked directly towards us, that he had heard every syllable Miss March said to me.
The 'squire called across the room, in a patronising tone: "My good fellow--that is, ahem! I say, young Halifax ?" "Were you addressing me, Mr.Brithwood ?" "I was.