She gave me her hand coldly, as if she would rather have held it by her side.

Her mother was out, she said; had gone to visit at a poor house where there was death and trouble, and would not be home till evening.

Mopsie had taken the dogs for a ramble.

Then we both sat down and were silent, and Jane's eyes wandered over everything in the room, but would not meet mine.
"I am going to London, Jane," I said, "and I came to bid you good-bye." "I know," she said.

"John told me." And she blushed again fiercely.