Of course Ashurst will miss you.

Oh, dear! how horrid it will be not to have Helen here!" "Yes," said Gifford sympathetically, "you'll be awfully lonely." They were silent for a little while.

Some white phlox in the girl's bosom glimmered faintly, and its heavy fragrance stole out upon the warm air.
She pulled off a cluster of the star-like blossoms, and held them absently against her lips.

"You don't seem at all impatient to get away from Ashurst, Giff," she said.

"If I had been you, I should have gone to Lockhaven a month ago; everything is so sleepy here.