She never thought, since he was not her avowed lover, of sequestering herself with him in the best parlor.
She would have been too proudly and modestly fearful as to what he might think of her, and she of herself, and her parents of them both.
She expected, as a matter of course, to invite him into the sitting-room, where were her father and mother and Colonel Jack Lamson.
However, she permitted herself a little innocent manoeuvre, whereby she might gain a few minutes of special converse with him without the presence of her elders.

A little before dusk Lucina seated herself on the front door-step.

Her mother brought presently a little shawl and feared lest she take cold, but Lucina said she should not remain there long, and there was no wind and no dampness.
Lucina felt uneasy lest she be deceiving her mother, but she could not bring herself to tell her, though she did not fairly know why, that she expected a caller.
The dusk gathered softly, like the shadow of brooding wings.

She thought Jerome must come very soon.

She could just see a glimmer of white road through the trees, and she watched that eagerly, never taking her eyes from it.