For a moment or two she was hidden from his view, and in that short period she had snatched a letter from the table, and concealed it in her bosom.

Not sufficiently schooled in the art of self-control was Fanny to meet her father with a calm face.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her chest rose and fell in hurried respiration, as Mr.Markland entered the summer-house, where she had seated herself.
"You are frightened, my child," said he, fixing his eyes with a look of inquiry on her face.

"Didn't you see me, as I turned in from the carriage-way ?" he added.
"No, sir," was falteringly answered.

"I did not know that you had returned from the city until I heard your voice.