She could not but have high hopes in regard to her future destiny.

Although, as has been said, she understood no more than she ought to have understood from Miss Prettyman's account of the conversation with Major Grantly, still, innocent as she was, she had understood much.
She knew that the man loved her, and she knew also that she loved the man.

She thoroughly comprehended that the present could be to her no time for listening to speeches of love, or for giving kind answers; but still I think that she did look for relief on this side of the grave.
"Tut, tut," said Miss Prettyman as Grace in vain tried to conceal her tears up in the private sanctum.

"You ought to know me by this time, and to have learned that I can understand things." The tears had flown in return not only for the five gold sovereigns which Miss Prettyman had pressed into her hand, but on account of the prettiest, soft, grey merino frock that ever charmed a girl's eye.

"I should like to know how many girls I have given dresses to, when they have been going out visiting.