I know I used to fancy it was a dull life for her, poor soul, sitting in his room hour after hour, working while he wrote.

He used not to allow her to be with him at all at first, but little by little she persuaded him to let her sit with him, promising not to disturb him by so much as a word; and she never did.

She seemed quite happy when she was with him, contented, and proud to think that her presence was no hindrance to him." "And you think he loved her, don't you ?" "At first, yes; but I think a kind of weariness came over him afterwards, and that she saw it, and almost broke her heart about it.
She was so simple and innocent, poor darling, it wasn't easy for her to hide anything she felt." Gilbert asked the bailiff's daughter to describe Mr.Holbrook to him, as she had done more than once before.

But this time he questioned her closely, and contrived that her description of this man's outward semblance should be especially minute and careful.
Yes, the picture which arose before him as Ellen Carley spoke was the picture of John Saltram.

The description seemed in every particular to apply to the face and figure of his one chosen friend.