The younger gentleman lay fast asleep with his head pillowed on the lady's lap; the other was seated beside her with a pocket edition of some classic author in his hand.

He never went anywhere without such a companion wherewith to improve his leisure moments: all time seemed lost that was not devoted to study, or exacted, by his physical nature, for the bare support of life.

Even now he could not abandon himself to the enjoyment of that pure air and balmy sunshine--that splendid prospect, and those soothing sounds, the music of the waves and of the soft wind in the sheltering trees above him--not even with a lady by his side (though not a very charming one, I will allow)--he must pull out his book, and make the most of his time while digesting his temperate meal, and reposing his weary limbs, unused to so much exercise.
Perhaps, however, he spared a moment to exchange a word or a glance with his companion now and then--at any rate, she did not appear at all resentful of his conduct; for her homely features wore an expression of unusual cheerfulness and serenity, and she was studying his pale, thoughtful face with great complacency when we arrived.
The journey homeward was by no means so agreeable to me as the former part of the day: for now Mrs.Graham was in the carriage, and Eliza Millward was the companion of my walk.

She had observed my preference for the young widow, and evidently felt herself neglected.

She did not manifest her chagrin by keen reproaches, bitter sarcasms, or pouting sullen silence--any or all of these I could easily have endured, or lightly laughed away; but she showed it by a kind of gentle melancholy, a mild, reproachful sadness that cut me to the heart.