It was not vanity which made her think that the squire might grow to like her too much.

She had had experiences in her life and she knew that she was attractive; the very fear she had felt for the last two years lest she should be thrown into the society of men who might be attracted by her, increased her apprehension tenfold.

She could not look forward with indifference to the expected visit, for the novelty of seeing any one besides the vicar and his wife was too great; she could not refuse to see the squire, for he would come again and again until she received him; and yet, she could not get rid of the idea that there was danger in seeing him.

Call it as one may, that woman's instinct of peril is rarely at fault.
In the late twilight of the June evening Mrs.Goddard and Eleanor waited home together by the broad road which led towards the park gate.
"Don't you think Mr.Juxon is very kind, mamma ?" asked the child.
"Yes, darling, I have no doubt he is.

It was very good of him to ask you to go to the Hall." "And he called me Miss Goddard," said Eleanor.