Nor had such leaving together seemed to be desired by them.
As for Kate she certainly would have shunned it.

She thought of Fred Neville during all her waking moments, and dreamed of him at night.

His coming had certainly been to her as the coming of a god.

Though he did not appear on the cliffs above once or twice a week, and had done so but for a few weeks, his presence had altered the whole tenour of her life.
She never asked her mother now whether it was to be always like this.
There was a freshness about her life which her mother understood at once.

She was full of play, reading less than was her wont, but still with no sense of tedium.