Thus, in the utter sickness of longing and disappointment, she went home.
The next morning at breakfast, where she appeared white-cheeked and miserable-looking as one who had seen a ghost, she inquired of Mr. Helstone, "Have you any objection, uncle, to my inquiring for a situation in a family?"
Her uncle, ignorant as the table supporting his coffee-cup of all his niece had undergone and was undergoing, scarcely believed his ears.
"What whim now?" he asked. "Are you bewitched? What can you mean?"
"I am not well, and need a change," she said.

Thus, in the utter sickness of longing and disappointment, she went home.
The next morning at breakfast, where she appeared white-faced and miserable-looking, she asked Mr. Helstone:
"Have you any objection, uncle, to my inquiring for a situation in a family?"
Her uncle, ignorant of all his niece was undergoing, scarcely believed his ears.
"What whim now? Are you bewitched? What can you mean?"
"I am not well, and need a change," she said.
