I had hoped to find you dressed and ready to accompany me to The Grange." "I am sorry, Everard, but this evening it is impossible.

Make my excuses to her ladyship, and tell her I hope to see her soon." She did not look up as she said it, and her husband, stooping, imprinted a kiss on the colorless cheek.
"My poor, pale girl! I will send Edwards with an apology to The Grange, and remain at home with you." "No!" Harriet cried, hastily; "not on any account.

You must not disappoint your mother, Everard; you must go.

There, good-bye! It is time you were dressing.

Don't mind me; I will be better when you return." "I feel as though I ought not to leave you to-night," he said.