"I will drive her over with me to lunch this morning.

Poor Emily! she will feel seeing the child." "Not at all.

She has been here twice to see the two little ones.

At first she would only watch them over the blinds, and drop a few tears; but soon she felt the comfort of them, and when she had got a kiss or two, she went away more contented." Accordingly John drove his smallest daughter over to Wigfield House, setting her down rosy and smiling from her wraps, and sending her to the ladies, while he went up to Brandon's peculiar domain to talk over some business with him.
They went down into the morning-room together, and Emily rose to meet John.

It was the first time he had seen her in her mourning-dress and with the cap that did not seem at all to belong to her.
Emily was a graceful young woman.