He never took to you, I know, but he always did to Elmira." Jerome said no more.

He lighted a candle, took his parcel of new clothes, and went up-stairs to his chamber.
It was twelve o'clock before Lawrence Prescott went home.

Jerome had not gone to bed; he was waiting to speak to his sister.

When he heard her step on the stairs he opened his door.

Elmira, candle in hand, came slowly up the stair, holding her skirt up lest she trip over it.
When she reached the landing her brother confronted her, and she gave a little startled cry; then stood, her eyes cast down before him, and the candle-light shining over the sweet redness and radiance of her face, which was at that moment nothing but a sign and symbol of maiden love.
All at once Jerome seemed to grasp the full meaning of it.