Mrs. Baker and John were with us; Ned was not, but I knew that he would follow.
My only hope of Ned, if he loves me—and God knows whether he does or no!
She had been vexed by Ned's admiration for me; and yet—and yet she didn't understand.
I longed to be by myself that I might recall Ned's every look and word.
They were the hands that Ned had kissed, as he had mine; clasped and pressed, as he had—how could he!
At least I shall no longer have to tear my heart out, meeting Ned in her house.
It is his right to know the truth, and—what can Ned say while I'm affianced?
After all the weary waiting, Ned and I exchanged only a word.
How could I chatter nothings when Ned was by my side, smiling down at me so confusedly?
Ned shall not think me one of those odious, fortune-hunting girls.