She had not been able to speak; and, on entering the carriage, sunk back for a moment overcome--then reproaching herself for having taken no leave, making no acknowledgment, parting in apparent sullenness, she looked out with voice and hand eager to shew a difference; but it was just too late.

He had turned away, and the horses were in motion.

She continued to look back, but in vain; and soon, with what appeared unusual speed, they were half way down the hill, and every thing left far behind.

She was vexed beyond what could have been expressed--almost beyond what she could conceal.

Never had she felt so agitated, mortified, grieved, at any circumstance in her life.