As she looked, her fingers began to labor upon the boot-lace, and her eyes grew gradually larger and darker.

Occasionally there were little quiverings of the upper and under lids, barely perceptible movements of the tip of the nose and the nostrils, and twitching at the mouth-corners.

By-and-by the twitchings resolved themselves into a smile, very faint and far away at first, but broadening and brightening every moment; now, the dimples were visible at half a glance, and now, upon the still air of the chamber, there rippled forth-- Cornelia put her hand to her mouth, and gave a quick, furtive glance over her shoulder, as if in fear lest some one might have overheard her.
She recollected with some relief that the door was locked at any rate, and the curtains down.

But, for all that, as she realized what she had been thinking about, and how very far her papa or Sophie would be from laughing if they were told about it, she felt her cheeks tingle, and could not be busy enough with that boot-lace! There! that was off; now for the other.

What a queer man he was, though! Could all that have been put on in the garden--pretending he didn't know! (This was such a tiresome old knot!) If she only hadn't been such a goose and laughed--what must he think?
What could have been the reason he rushed off in such a hurry?
Probably was afraid she'd tell papa, and then he couldn't be his pupil.