But she was one on whom such incidents were not lost: I remarked that never after this rebuff did she seek him, or follow him, or in any way solicit his notice.

I told her once to carry a book or some other article to Graham when he was shut up in his study.
"I shall wait till he comes out," said she, proudly; "I don't choose to give him the trouble of rising to open the door." Young Bretton had a favourite pony on which he often rode out; from the window she always watched his departure and return.

It was her ambition to be permitted to have a ride round the courtyard on this pony; but far be it from her to ask such a favour.

One day she descended to the yard to watch him dismount; as she leaned against the gate, the longing wish for the indulgence of a ride glittered in her eye.
"Come, Polly, will you have a canter ?" asked Graham, half carelessly.
I suppose she thought he was _too_ careless.
"No, thank you," said she, turning away with the utmost coolness.
"You'd better," pursued he.

"You will like it, I am sure." "Don't think I should care a fig about it," was the response.
"That is not true.