Eh?
Can you guess ?' said Aunt Becky, holding her fan to her mouth, and looking straight before her.
It was now Lily's turn to look pale for a moment, and then to blush so much that her ears tingled, and her eyes dropped to the carpet.

She had time to recover, though, for Aunt Becky, as I've said, was looking straight before her, a little pale, awaiting the result of Lily's presumed ruminations.

A moment satisfied her it could not be Devereux, and she was soon quite herself again.
'An officer! no, Aunt Becky--there certainly is Captain Cluffe, who always joins your party when you and Gertrude go down to hear the band, and Lieutenant Puddock, too, who does the same--but you know--' 'Well, my dear, all in good time.

Gertrude's very secret, and proud too; but I shall know very soon.

I've ascertained, my dear, that an officer came under the window the other evening, and sang a verse of a French chanson, from the meadow, in a cloak, if you please, with a guitar.