Thesignsofhislikingweremanifestenough;butitwashardtoguesshowmuchtheymeant，becausehismannerwassodifferentfromanythingNorthDormerhadevershownher。Hewasatoncesimplerandmoredeferentialthananyoneshehadknown;andsometimesitwasjustwhenhewassimplestthatshemostfeltthedistancebetweenthem。Educationandopportunityhaddividedthembyawidththatnoeffortofherscouldbridge，andevenwhenhisyouthandhisadmirationbroughthimnearest，somechanceword，someunconsciousallusion，seemedtothrustherbackacrossthegulf。
NeverhadityawnedsowideaswhenshefleduptoherroomcarryingwithhertheechoofMr。Royall’stale。
HerfirstconfusedthoughtwastheprayerthatshemightneverseeyoungHarneyagain。Itwastoobittertopicturehimasthedetachedimpartiallistenertosuchastory。\"Iwishhe’dgoaway：I
wishhe’dgotomorrow，andnevercomeback！\"shemoanedtoherpillow;andfarintothenightshelaythere，inthedisordereddressshehadforgottentotakeoff，herwholesoulatossingmiseryonwhichherhopesanddreamsspunaboutlikedrowningstraws。
Ofallthistumultonlyavagueheart—sorenesswasleftwhensheopenedhereyesthenextmorning。Herfirstthoughtwasoftheweather，forHarneyhadaskedhertotakehimtothebrownhouseunderPorcupine，andthenaroundbyHamblin;andasthetripwasalongonetheyweretostartatnine。Thesunrosewithoutacloud，andearlierthanusualshewasinthekitchen，makingcheesesandwiches，decantingbuttermilkintoabottle，wrappingupslicesofapplepie，andaccusingVerenaofhavinggivenawayabasketsheneeded，whichhadalwayshungonahookinthepassage。Whenshecameoutintotheporch，inherpinkcalico，whichhadrunalittleinthewashing，butwasstillbrightenoughtosetoffherdarktints，shehadsuchatriumphantsenseofbeingapartofthesunlightandthemorningthatthelasttraceofhermiseryvanished。Whatdiditmatterwhereshecamefrom，orwhosechildshewas，whenlovewasdancinginherveins，anddowntheroadshesawyoungHarneycomingtowardher？