"I think I told you that Miss March--" But here the door was flung open, and the missing guests announced.
John and I were in the alcove of the window; I heard his breathing behind me, but I dared not look at or speak to him.

In truth, I was scarcely calmer than he.

For though it must be clearly understood I never was "in love" with any woman, still the reflected glamour of those Enderley days had fallen on me.

It often seems now as if I too had passed the golden gate, and looked far enough into youth's Eden to be able ever after to weep with those that wept without the doors.
No--she was not there.
We both sat down.

I know not if I was thankful or sorry.
I had seldom seen the 'squire or Lady Caroline.