An uneasy jealousy of Fay led Lady Blore frequently to point out that Fay was always well enough to do what she wanted.

Aunt Mary's own Roman nose and stalwart figure warded off from her the sympathy to which her severe cramps undoubtedly entitled her.
"When shall I see you again ?" said Wentworth, suddenly realising that the good hour was over.
Fay did not answer.

She was confused.

A very delicate colour flew to her cheek.
Wentworth, reddening under his tan, said: "Perhaps Pilgrim Road is a favourite walk of yours ?" "Yes.

I often go there in the afternoon." "I have to pass that way, too, most days," he said.