As for Mr.
Forsythe, he did not notice how Miss Deborah was occupied, until Lois had joined her; and then his offer was not accepted, for Miss Deborah felt shy about putting out her foot in its black kid slipper, tied about the ankle with a black ribbon, in the presence of this young man, who was, she was sure, very genteel.
Mr.Forsythe's call was necessarily a short one, for, charming as he was, Ashurst custom would not have permitted him to stay when the party had broken up.

However, he meant to walk along with the Dales, and hear her aunt talk about Lois.
The Misses Woodhouse's maid was waiting for them, her lantern swinging in her hand.

Mr.Denner had secretly hoped for a chance of "seeing them home," but dared not offer his unnecessary services in Sarah's presence.
Dr.Howe and his daughter went as far as the gate with their guests, and then stood watching them down the lane, until a turn in the road hid the glimmer of the lantern and the dark figures beside it.
"Bless my soul!" said the rector, as they turned to go back to the house.
"This gayety has made me almost forget my sermon.

I must not put it off so, next week." This remark of Dr.Howe's was almost as regular as the whist party itself.
Miss Deborah and Miss Ruth trotted behind Sarah, whose determined stride kept them a little ahead of the others; Dick Forsythe had joined Mrs.
Dale at once, so Mr.Dale and Mr.Denner walked together.

They were only far enough behind to have the zest one feels in talking about his neighbors when there is danger of being overheard.
"He is a very fine conversationalist," said Mr.Denner, nodding his head in Dick's direction; "he talks very well." "He talks a great deal," observed Mr.Dale.
"He seems to feel," Mr.Denner continued, "no--ah, if I can so express it--timidity." "None," responded Mr.Dale.
"And I judge he has seen a great deal of the world," said Mr.Denner; "yet he appears to be satisfied with Ashurst, and I have sometimes thought, Henry, that Ashurst is not, as it were, gay." As he said this, a certain jauntiness came into his step, as though he did not include himself among those who were not "gay." "Yet he seems to be content.
I've known him come down to the church when Lois was singing, and sit a whole hour, apparently meditating.