He held it. She opened it, and, monopolizing the contents, had the first view of every sketch herself. She enjoyed the treat--if treat it were--in silence, without a single comment. Moore stood behind her chair and looked over her shoulder, and when she had done and the others were still gazing, he left his post and paced through the room.
A carriage was heard in the lane--the gate-bell rang. Shirley started.

She opened it, and had the first view of every sketch herself. She enjoyed the treat - if treat it were - in silence, without comment. Moore stood behind her chair and looked over her shoulder, and when she had done and the others were still gazing, he left his post and paced through the room.
A carriage was heard in the lane - the gate-bell rang. Shirley started.
