He dared not speak to Grace about it, for something told him she was not to be censured.

Even in his blind rage he remembered that she was good and true, and was daring all for his sake.

In calmer moments he could not blame Veath, who believed the young lady to be sister, and not sweetheart.
In view of his misery, Mr.Ridgeway was growing thin, morose, and subject to long fits of despondency which Grace alone could comprehend.
Both were dissatisfied with the trip.

That they could not be together constantly, as they had expected, caused them hours of misery.

They were praying for the twenty-third of May to come, praying with all their hearts.