He was content to follow Stephen about and obey all her behests.

He had fallen in love with her to the very bottom of his boyish heart.
When the guests were going, Stephen stood with her father on the steps to see them off.

When the carriage had swept behind the farthest point in the long avenue, and when Harold's cap waving from the window could no longer be seen, Squire Norman turned to go in, but paused in obedience to the unconscious restraint of Stephen's hand.

He waited patiently till with a long sigh she turned to him and they went in together.
That night before she went to bed Stephen came and sat on her father's knee, and after sundry pattings and kissings whispered in his ear: 'Daddy, wouldn't it be nice if Harold could come here altogether?
Couldn't you ask him to?
And old Mr.Harold could come too.

Oh, I wish he was here!'.