I am sure you will not refuse her, so I shall expect you to-morrow.' Charley would not have refused her anything, and it need hardly be said that he accepted the invitation.
Mrs.Woodward was at a loss how to receive him, or what to say to him.

Though Katie was so positive that her own illness would be fatal--a symptom which might have confirmed those who watched her in their opinion that her disease was not consumption--her mother was by no means so desponding.

She still thought it not impossible that her child might recover, and so thinking could not but be adverse to any declaration on Katie's part of her own feelings.

She had endeavoured to explain this to her daughter; but Katie was so carried away by her enthusiasm, was at the present moment so devoted, and, as it were, exalted above her present life, that all that her mother said was thrown away upon her.

Mrs.Woodward might have refused her daughter's request, and have run the risk of breaking her heart by the refusal; but now that the petition had been granted, it was useless to endeavour to teach her to repress her feelings.
'Charley,' said Mrs.Woodward, when he had been some little time in the house, 'our dear Katie wants to see you; she is very ill, you know.' Charley said he knew she was ill.
'You remember our walk together, Charley.' 'Yes,' said Charley, 'I remember it well.