Christian had not proposed to her to marry him, nor had she deliberately considered such a possibility--she loved him, and he would soon be near her again, that was enough for the present.
In this mood she passed the rest of summer, and the early autumn.

Mr.
Wynter and George spent most of the day together, and she saw little of them until dinner-time.

The evenings were social, after a fashion.
Sometimes Mary played or sung--sometimes George read aloud.

Mr.Wynter liked to be amused, but he did not care to talk.

Thus, even the hours they spent together led to no acquaintance between father and daughter--each was altogether in the dark as to the thoughts, feelings, and projects of the other.
One November morning Mary was sitting alone as usual.