She got up slowly from her knees, kissed her sister's cheek and neck, smiled at her so sweetly, so sadly, and then sitting on her old seat, began playing with her long hair, and gazing at vacancy.
'It is only what I guess, you know, Katie--you would make me tell you, but I am sure there is nothing in it.' 'Dear Linda,' said she, 'you are so good; I am so much obliged to you.' After that Katie spoke no further of Charley.

But it was evident to them all, that though she said nothing, she had not ceased to think of him.

Nor did her cheek again become rosy, nor her arms round, nor her voice happy.

She got weaker than ever, and poor Mrs.Woodward was overcome with sorrow.
Nor was this the only cause of grief at Surbiton Cottage.

During the last few weeks a bitter estrangement had taken place between the Woodwards and the Tudors, Alaric Tudor, that is, and Gertrude.