Mr.Ashmore seemed somewhat disturbed, and made many anxious inquiries about her.

At dinner-time she was well enough to come, and the extreme kindness of Mr.Ashmore's manner called a deep glow to her cheek.

After dinner, however, he departed for a walk, taking his accustomed road toward Captain Howard's.
When I returned from school he was still absent, and as Emma was quite well, she asked me to accompany her to my favorite resort, the old rock beneath the grapevine.

We were soon there, and for a long time we sat watching the shadows as they came and went upon the bright green grass, and listening to the music of the brook, which seemed to me to sing more sadly than it was wont to do.
Suddenly our ears were arrested by the sound of voices, which we knew belonged to Mr.Ashmore and Carrie.

They were standing near us, just behind a clump of alders, and Carrie, in reply to something Mr.
Ashmore had said, answered, "Oh, you can't be in earnest, for you have only known me ten days, and beside that, what have you done with your pale, sick lady ?" Instantly I started up, clinching my fist in imitation of brother Billy when he was angry, but Cousin Emma's arm was thrown convulsively around me, as drawing me closely to her side she whispered, "Keep quiet." I did keep quiet, and listened while Mr.Ashmore replied, "I entertain for Miss Rushton the highest esteem, for I know she possesses many excellent qualities.