The colour leaped into her cheeks.

Love swam in her tears, but was not drowned there; it was too strong.
"Did you mean it ?" he asked.
She looked at him, trembling, as she said, "I meant every word, and far, far more.

I meant all that a girl can say to a man when she loves him, and wants to be everything she is capable of being to him, to his work, to his people, and to his--country." Even this brief colloquy had been embarrassing, but I knew that worse was still to come and could not be delayed much longer, so I left the room hastily and with no attempt at apology--not that they minded my presence in the least, or observed my exit, though I was obliged to leap over Mr.Macdonald's feet in passing.
I found Mr.Beresford sitting on the stairs, in the lower hall.
"Willie, you angel, you idol, where did you find him ?" I exclaimed.
"When I went into the post-office, an hour ago," he replied, "I met Francesca.

She asked me for Macdonald's Edinburgh address, saying she had something that belonged to him and wished to send it after him.
I offered to address the package and see that it reached him as expeditiously as possible.

'That is what I wish," she said, with elaborate formality.