ON THE HEIGHTS In vain, at each meal, did Clifford Marsh await Cecily's appearance.

A trifling indisposition kept her to her room, was Mrs.Lessingham's reply to sympathetic inquiries.

Mr.and Mrs.Bradshaw, who were seriously making their preparations for journeying northward, held private talk concerning the young lady, and felt they would like to stay a week longer, just to see if their suspicions would be confirmed.
Mrs.Denyer found it difficult to assume the becoming air when she put civil questions to Mrs.Lessingham, for she was now assured that to Miss Doran was attributable the alarming state of things between Clifford and Madeline; Marsh would never have been so intractable but for this new element in the situation.

Madeline herself on the other hand, was a model of magnanimity; in Clifford's very hearing, she spoke of Cecily with tender concern, and then walked past her recreant admirer with her fair head in a pose of conscious grace.
Even Mr.Musselwhite, at the close of the second day, grew aware that the table lacked one of its ornaments.

It was his habit now--a new habit came as a blessing of Providence to Mr.Musselwhite--on passing into the drawing-room after dinner, to glance towards a certain corner, and, after slow, undecided "tackings," to settle in that direction.
There sat Barbara Denyer.