His back was towards her, and though she advanced and stood quite near, he gave no sign of being aware of her presence.
But the joyousness of his voice seemed to make him hers again in this new sweet way.

She alone knew what had caused it, and unconsciously she put one hand over her bosom as she listened.
"Sorry, dear ladies," Garth was saying, "but to-morrow morning is impossible.

I have an engagement in the village.

Yes--really! At eleven o'clock." "That sounds so rural and pretty, Mr.Dalmain," said Mrs.Parker Bangs.
"Why not take Pauline and me along?
We have seen no dairies, and no dairy-maids, nor any of the things in Adam Bede, since we came over.

I would just love to step into Mrs.Poyser's kitchen and see myself reflected in the warming-pans on the walls." "Perhaps we would be DE TROP in the dairy," murmured Miss Lister archly.
She looked very lovely in her creamy-white satin gown, her small head held regally, the brilliant charm of American womanhood radiating from her.