I couldn't help it." "Of course you couldn't," her mother called out jocularly, as Ellen went into the other room to get her lamp to go to bed.
Fanny was radiant with delight.

After Ellen had gone up-stairs, she kept looking at Andrew, and longing to confide in him her anticipation with regard to Ellen and young Lloyd, but she refrained, being doubtful as to how he would take it.

Andrew looked very sober.

The girl's beautiful, metamorphosed face was ever before his eyes, and it was with him as if he were looking after the flight of a beloved bird into a farther blue which was sacred, even from the following of his love..