I always lacked common sense when taken by surprise.
'But you don't _like_ it, I suppose ?--an umbrella will do you no harm at any rate,' he replied, with a smile that showed he was not offended; as a man of worse temper or less penetration would have been at such a refusal of his aid.

I could not deny the truth of his assertion, and so went with him to the carriage; he even offered me his hand on getting in: an unnecessary piece of civility, but I accepted that too, for fear of giving offence.

One glance he gave, one little smile at parting--it was but for a moment; but therein I read, or thought I read, a meaning that kindled in my heart a brighter flame of hope than had ever yet arisen.
'I would have sent the footman back for you, Miss Grey, if you'd waited a moment--you needn't have taken Mr.Weston's umbrella,' observed Rosalie, with a very unamiable cloud upon her pretty face.
'I would have come without an umbrella, but Mr.Weston offered me the benefit of his, and I could not have refused it more than I did without offending him,' replied I, smiling placidly; for my inward happiness made that amusing, which would have wounded me at another time.
The carriage was now in motion.

Miss Murray bent forwards, and looked out of the window as we were passing Mr.Weston.

He was pacing homewards along the causeway, and did not turn his head.
'Stupid ass!' cried she, throwing herself back again in the seat.