Oscar, in astonishment, asked what was wrong now?
"I am not comfortable at this end of the room." She walked to the other end of the room.

Patient Oscar walked after her, with his precious letter in his hand.

He offered her a third chair.

She petulantly declined to take it, and selected another chair for herself.
Oscar returned to the letter:-- "'How melancholy, and yet how interesting it is, to hear that she is blind! My sketches of American scenery happened to be lying about in the room when I read your letter.

The first thought that came to me, on hearing of Miss Finch's affliction, was suggested by my sketches.