She is quiet, but not seriously depressed--sometimes she is even bright.

The singing lessons have begun, and she enjoys them; I think a new interest has been given her.' 'Then I hope a very sad beautiful face will no longer haunt me.' Thus did two ladies transact the most weighty part of their business after shaking hands for good-bye--an analogy to the proverbial postscript, perhaps.
The same evening there was a dinner-party at the Tyrrells'.

Mr.
Newthorpe had, as usual, kept to his own room.

Annabel went thither to sit with him for a while after the visitors were gone.
He had a poem that he wished to read to her; there was generally some scrap of prose or verse waiting for her when she went into the study.
To-night Annabel could not give the usual attention.

Mr.Newthorpe noticed this, and, laying the book aside, made one or two inquiries about the company of the evening.