Mood after mood, as Michael saw, were passing like shadows over her mind.
"Ah, that's enough!" she said.

"Good-bye, Miss--there! the name's gone again! But won't you sit here and have a talk to Michael, and let him show you over the house to see if you like it against the time--Oh, Michael said I mustn't worry you about that.

And won't you stop and have dinner with us, and afterwards we can sing." Michael put his arm around her.
"We'll talk about that while you're resting," he said.

"Don't keep Nurse Baker waiting any longer, mother." She nodded and smiled.
"No, no; mustn't keep anybody waiting," she said.

"Your father taught me to be punctual." When they had left the room together, Sylvia turned to Michael.
"Michael, my dear," she said, "I think you are--well, I think you are Michael." She saw that at the moment he was not thinking of her at all, and her heart honoured him for that.
"I'm anxious about my mother to-night," he said.