He was mindful not to say "Hullo" again.

He bowed with a piteous imitation of Robert Lloyd, but Ellen did not notice it.
"Good-evening," she returned, rather stiffly, then she added, in a very gentle voice, to make amends, that it was a beautiful night.
The young man cast an appreciative glance at the crescent moon in the jewel-like blue overhead, and at the soft shadows of the trees.
"Yes, beautiful," he replied, with a sort of gratitude, as if the girl had praised him instead of the night.
"May I walk along with you ?" he asked, falling into step with her.
"I am going to take these sweet-peas to Miss Lennox," said Ellen, without replying directly.
She was in terror lest Granville should renew his appeal of a few weeks before, and she was in terror of her own pity for him, and also of that mysterious impulse and longing which sometimes seized her to her own wonder and discomfiture.

Sometimes, in thinking of Granville Joy, and his avowal of love, and the touch of his hand on hers, and his lips on hers, she felt, although she knew she did not love him, a softening of her heart and a quickening of her pulse which made her wonder as to her next movement, if it might be something which she had not planned.

And always, after thinking of Granville, she thought of Robert Lloyd; some mysterious sequence seemed to be established between the two in the girl's mind, though she was not in love with either.
Ellen was just at that period almost helpless before the demands of her own nature.

No great stress in her life had occurred to awaken her to a stanchness either of resistance or yielding.