She had thrown a filmy white scarf about her head, and had come out to walk up and down the driveway, and listen for the sound of wheels.

She had not wanted to stay in the house, lest Mr.Forsythe might appear.
Lois had scarcely seen him since he arrived, though this was not because of his devotion to his mother.

He spent most of his time lounging about the post-office, and swearing that Ashurst was the dullest, deadest place on the face of the earth.

He had not listened to Lois's self-reproaches, and insisted that blame must not even be mentioned.

He was quite in earnest, but strangely awkward.