The man had loved her honestly and truly,--still did love her, paying her the great homage of bitter grief in that he had lost her.

Where is the girl who will not sympathise with such love and such grief, if it be shown only because it cannot be concealed, and be declared against the will of him who declares it?
Then came in old Mrs Hearn, whose cottage was not distant two minutes' walk from the Small House.

She always called Mrs Dale "my dear," and petted the girls as though they had been children.

When told of Lily's marriage, she had thrown up her hands with surprise, for she had still left in some corner of her drawers remnants of sugar-plums which she had bought for Lily.

"A London man, is he?
Well, well.