It was over--the congregation were departing; and I must follow.

I had then seen him, and heard his voice, too, probably for the last time.

In the churchyard, Matilda was pounced upon by the two Misses Green.

They had many inquiries to make about her sister, and I know not what besides.

I only wished they would have done, that we might hasten back to Horton Lodge: I longed to seek the retirement of my own room, or some sequestered nook in the grounds, that I might deliver myself up to my feelings--to weep my last farewell, and lament my false hopes and vain delusions.