Mrs. Pryor never paid compliments, and seldom indulged in remarks, favourable or otherwise, on personal appearance. On the present occasion she only swept Caroline's curls from her cheek as she took a seat near her, caressed the oval outline, and observed, "You get somewhat thin, my love, and somewhat pale. Do you sleep well? your eyes have a languid look." And she gazed at her anxiously.
"I sometimes dream melancholy dreams," answered Caroline; "and if I lie awake for an hour or two in the night, I am continually thinking of the rectory as a dreary old place. You know it is very near the churchyard. The back part of the house is extremely ancient, and it is said that the out-kitchens there were once enclosed in the churchyard, and that there are graves under them. I rather long to leave the rectory."
"My dear, you are surely not superstitious?"

Mrs. Pryor never paid compliments on personal appearance. On this occasion she only swept Caroline's curls from her cheek, and observed, "You get somewhat thin, my love, and somewhat pale. Do you sleep well?" And she gazed at her anxiously.
"I sometimes dream melancholy dreams," answered Caroline; "and if I lie awake at night, the rectory seems a dreary old place. You know it is very near the churchyard, and it is said that there are graves underneath the out-kitchens. I rather long to leave the rectory."
"My dear, you are surely not superstitious?"
