He pushed aside the branches so that Charlotte could easily follow him in, without being aware that his own forced passage through them had a little deranged the folds of spotless white cambric which a well-dressed gentleman wore round his neck in those days.

Charlotte seated herself, and directed Percy's attention to the desolate conservatory with a saucy smile.
"The mystery which your lively imagination has associated with this place," she said, "means, being interpreted, that we are too poor to keep a gardener.

Make the best of your disappointment, Mr.Linwood, and sit here by me.

We are out of hearing and out of sight of mamma's other visitors.

You have no excuse now for not telling me what has really kept you away from us." She fixed her eyes on him as she said those words.