He was a very fine-looking man, but I did not exactly like the expression of his face.

It was hardly open enough to suit me, and I noticed that he never looked you directly in the eye.

In five minutes I had come to the conclusion that he was not half so good a man as Mr.Evelyn.I was in great danger, however, of changing my mind, when I saw how fondly his dark eye rested on Emma, and how delighted he seemed to be at her improved health; and when he, without any apparent exertion, kept the whole company entertained, I was charmed, and did not blame Emma for liking him.

Anna's doctor was nothing to him, and I even fancied that he would dare to go _all alone_ to the old mine! Suddenly he faced about, and espying me in the corner, he said, "Here is a little lady I've not seen.

Will some one introduce me ?" With the utmost gravity Anna said, "It is my sister, little crazy Jane." I glanced quickly at him to see how he would receive the intelligence, and when, looking inquiringly first at me and then at Emma, he said, "Is it really so?
what a pity!" the die was cast--I never liked him again.