At last he took his departure, after many a little delay, and many a quick return, which to the suspicious Philip seemed only pretences for taking stolen glances at Sylvia.

As soon as he was decidedly gone, she folded up her work, and declared that she was so much tired that she must go to bed there and then.

Her mother, too, had been dozing for the last half-hour, and was only too glad to see signs that she might betake herself to her natural place of slumber.
'Take another glass, Philip,' said farmer Robson.
But Hepburn refused the offer rather abruptly.

He drew near to Sylvia instead.

He wanted to make her speak to him, and he saw that she wished to avoid it.