Yes, I will go up-stairs and lie down a minute or two.
'Oh no, don't come, I will be down for tea directly.' And refusing all help, she guided herself out of the room, her face the color of the foam on the beck outside.

Agnes stood dumfounded.

Never in her life before had she seen Catherine betray any such signs of physical exhaustion.
Suddenly Rose ran in, shut the door carefully behind her, and rushing up to Agnes put her hands on her shoulders.
'He has proposed to her, and she has said no!' 'He?
What, Mr.Elsmere?
How on earth can you know ?' 'I saw them from up-stairs come to the bottom of the lane.

Then he rushed on, and I have just met her on the stairs.

It's as plain as the nose on your face.' Agnes sat down bewildered.
'It is hard on him' she said at last.
'Yes, it is _very_ hard on him!' cried Rose, pacing the room, her long thin arms clasped behind her, her eyes flashing, 'for she loves him!' 'Rose!' 'She does, my dear, she does,' cried the girl, frowning.