I respectfully answered her inquiries.

Mrs.Maxwell begged me to be seated, observing it was rather cold, but she supposed I had not travelled far that morning.
'Not quite twenty miles,' I answered.
'Not on foot!' 'No, Madam, by coach.' 'Here's Rachel, sir,' said Arthur, the only truly happy one amongst us, directing my attention to that worthy individual, who had just entered to take her mistress's things.

She vouchsafed me an almost friendly smile of recognition--a favour that demanded, at least, a civil salutation on my part, which was accordingly given and respectfully returned--she had seen the error of her former estimation of my character.
When Helen was divested of her lugubrious bonnet and veil, her heavy winter cloak, &c., she looked so like herself that I knew not how to bear it.

I was particularly glad to see her beautiful black hair, unstinted still, and unconcealed in its glossy luxuriance.
'Mamma has left off her widow's cap in honour of uncle's marriage,' observed Arthur, reading my looks with a child's mingled simplicity and quickness of observation.

Mamma looked grave and Mrs.Maxwell shook her head.