In their conversation I sought in vain the name of Ursula.
So it ended--the sickening expectation which I had read in the lad's face all day.

He would not see her--perhaps it was best.

Yet my heart bled when I looked at him.

But such thoughts could not be indulged in now, especially as Mrs.Jessop's quick eyes seemed often upon him or me, with an expression that I could not make out at all, save that in such a good woman, whom Miss March so well loved, could lurk nothing evil or unkindly.
So I tried to turn my attention to the Brithwoods.

One could not choose but look at her, this handsome Lady Caroline, whom half Norton Bury adored, the other half pursed up their lips at the mention of--but these were of the number she declined to "know." All that she did know--all that came within her influence, were irresistibly attracted, for to please seemed a part of her nature.