Oliver had long since grown stout and healthy; but health or sickness made no difference in his warm feelings of a great many people.

He was still the same gentle, attached, affectionate creature that he had been when pain and suffering had wasted his strength, and when he was dependent for every slight attention, and comfort on those who tended him.
One beautiful night, when they had taken a longer walk than was customary with them: for the day had been unusually warm, and there was a brilliant moon, and a light wind had sprung up, which was unusually refreshing.

Rose had been in high spirits, too, and they had walked on, in merry conversation, until they had far exceeded their ordinary bounds.

Mrs.Maylie being fatigued, they returned more slowly home.

The young lady merely throwing off her simple bonnet, sat down to the piano as usual.