Years afterwards, whenever Gabriella thought of him, she remembered how perfect his manner was on that morning.
"I wanted you to know first of all," said Gabriella.
As the old lady looked at her with loving eyes, it seemed to her that the girl was softly glowing with happiness.

She accepted joy as she accepted sorrow, with quietness, but there was a look in her face which made her appear, for the moment, transfigured.

A radiance like that of a veiled flame shone in her eyes; the cool tones of her voice had grown richer and gentler; and at last, as Mrs.Peyton said to herself, Gabriella, the sensible and practical Gabriella, was sweet with the honeysuckle sweetness of Jane.
"She must be over head and ears in love," she thought; and the next minute, "I wonder how it will end ?" The question brought a pang to her kind old heart, which longed to make everybody, and particularly her boy Arthur, happy.

Then, because her eyes were filling, she stroked the girl's arm gently, and said: "That's a pretty dress, my dear.

I never saw you look better." "She's really getting pretty," remarked Mrs.Carr.