But every now and then a sigh would escape her, such as she made when the girls were teasing her.
Her escort bade her good-night at her father's gate in a most sullen manner, but Viola was so lost in thought that she did not notice it.

She entered the house feeling lively and cheerful, but when she entered her room she burst into crying.

She would laugh a while and cry a while as though she had a foretaste of coming bliss mixed with bitterness.
Bernard at once took the place left vacant by the dropping away of the jealous young man and became Viola's faithful attendant, accompanying her wherever he could.

The more he met Viola, the more beautiful she appeared to him and the more admirable he found her mind.
Bernard almost forgot his political aspirations, and began to ponder that passage of scripture that said man should not be alone.

But he did not make such progress with Viola as was satisfactory to him.
Sometimes she would appear delighted to see him and was all life and gayety.