He had never before given her a single hint in words of his love for Lucia, though she had been perfectly aware of it.

She guessed now that his grandfather's death had changed his wishes into intentions, and that since he was in a position to offer Lucia a share of his own good fortune, he no longer cared to make any secret of his feelings towards her.
"You did not expect that our friends would be gone," she asked in a tone which expressed the sympathy she felt and yet could not be taken as inquisitive.

As for Maurice, he wanted to speak out his trouble to somebody, and was glad of this result of his little impetuous speech.
"I was altogether uncertain," he answered; "I wanted to start from England a week sooner, and if I had done so, it seems, I should have found them here; but I was hindered, and for some reason or other, they chose to keep me in the dark as to their intentions." "Lucia often talked of you and of her regret at going away just when you were expected." "She did?
Do you know where they are ?" "No; and that is the strangest thing.

I believe their plans were not quite fixed; but still Mrs.Costello was not a woman to start away into the world without plans of some kind, and yet no one in Cacouna knows more than that they sailed from New York to Havre." "It is incomprehensible, except on one supposition.

Did you ever hear Mrs.Costello speak of my return ?" "Not particularly.