I hope you told Mr .-- Oh--" She saw us, stopped, and for the moment the faintest tinge of her roses returned.

Presently she acknowledged us, with a slight bend.
John came forward.

I had expected some awkwardness on his part; but no--he was thinking too little of himself for that.

His demeanour--earnest, gentle, kind--was the sublimation of all manly courtesy.
"I hope, madam"-- young men used the deferential word in those days always--"I do hope that Mr.March is better.

We were unwilling to retire until we had heard." "Thank you! My father is much better.