She wondered at the manner in which he seemed to enjoy them, and excused herself from participation.

It was her own doing that she stayed at home, yet, perversely, she felt neglected.

She hardly knew whether it was low spite or a heaven-born solicitude that made her feel bitter regret at the degeneracy she began to think she saw in him.
In due time there came a pleasure party of which Trenholme was to be the host.

It was to take place in a lovely bit of wilderness ground by the river side, at the hour of sunset and moonrise, in order that, if the usual brilliancy attended these phenomena, the softest glories of light might be part of the entertainment.

Music was also promised.