I did not wish to interrupt his meditations even by a look.
We saw it coming,--the family carriage.

I saw his pale cheek flush at my joyous exclamation.

He moved rapidly towards the gate, while I ran into the house, up stairs and into my own room, that I might not intrude on moments too sacred for curiosity.
In a little while, I could hear the sound of their mingling voices coming up the long flight of marble steps, across the wide piazza, and then they came soft and muffled from the drawing-room below.

At first, forgetful of self, I sympathized in their joy.

I rejoiced for my benefactress, I rejoiced for the tender and affectionate Edith.