They, the Milburns, were very glad to see Mr Murchison, very glad indeed.

It was frequent matter for veiled humorous reference at the table that he had been to call again, at which Dora would look very stiff and dignified, and have to be coaxed back into the conversation.
As to anything serious, there was no hurry; plenty of time to think of that.

Such matters dwelt under the horizon; there was no need to scan them closely; and Mr Milburn went his way, conscious of nothing more than a comfortable gratification that Dora, so far as the young men were concerned, seemed as popular as other girls.
Dora was not in the drawing-room.

Young ladies in Elgin had always to be summoned from somewhere.

For all the Filkin instinct for the conservation of polite tradition, Dora was probably reading the Toronto society weekly--illustrated, with correspondents all over the Province--on the back verandah and, but for the irruption of a visitor, would probably not have entered the formal apartment of the house at all that evening.