And this was all she ever heard or saw about him; his once familiar name never passed her lips except in hurried whispers to Dixon, when he came to stay with them.
Ellinor had had no idea when she parted from Mr.Corbet how total the separation between them was henceforward to be, so much seemed left unfinished, unexplained.

It was so difficult, at first, to break herself of the habit of constant mental reference to him; and for many a long year she kept thinking that surely some kind fortune would bring them together again, and all this heart-sickness and melancholy estrangement from each other would then seem to both only as an ugly dream that had passed away in the morning light.
The dean was an old man, but there was a canon who was older still, and whose death had been expected by many, and speculated upon by some, any time for ten years at least.

Canon Holdsworth was too old to show active kindness to any one; the good dean's life was full of thoughtful and benevolent deeds.

But he was taken, and the other left.

Ellinor looked out at the vacant deanery with tearful eyes, the last thing at night, the first in the morning.