She passed her hand over her forehead and gasped as she thought of it.
"I hope I shall be able to get accustomed to it and not be a--a disappointment," she said.

"Oh!" with a great rising wave of a blush, "how good of him! How can I _ever_--" She lived through the events of the day in a sort of dream within a dream.

When Jane Cupp brought her tea, she found herself involuntarily making a mental effort to try to look as if she was really awake.

Jane, who was an emotional creature, was inwardly so shaken by her feelings that she herself had stood outside the door a few moments biting her lips to keep them from trembling, before she dared entirely trust herself to come in.

Her hand was far from steady as she set down the tray.
"Good morning, Jane," Emily said, by way of trying the sound of her voice.
"Good morning, miss," Jane answered.