Oh, after that hand-shake on the bridge yesterday she could not stand it--she must give him hint how the land lay.
'I suppose she will spend the afternoon with Aunt Ellen.

Elsmere, what do you think of Aunt Ellen ?' Elsmere started, and could not help smiling into the young girl's beautiful eyes, which were radiant with fun.
'A most estimable person,' he said.

'Are you on good terms with her, Miss Rose ?' 'Oh dear, no!' she said, with a little face.

'I'm not a Leyburn; I wear aesthetic dresses, and Aunt Ellen has "special leadings of the spirit" to the effect that the violin is a soul-destroying instrument.

Oh, dear!'-- and the girl's mouth twisted--'it's alarming to think, if Catherine hadn't been Catherine, how like Aunt Ellen she might, have been!' She flashed a mischievous look at him, and thrilled as she caught the sudden change of expression in his face.
'Your sister has the Westmoreland strength in her--one can see that,' he said, evidently speaking with some difficulty.
'Strength! Oh, yes.