I feared even to see the sweet face I sought; and oh! how soft, serene, and angel-like it was, at that budding age of seventeen! but, though I almost feared to see it, when at last I saw her I had so anxiously sought approaching me, arm and arm with Mary Walface, having Bulstrode next herself, and Harris next her friend, my eyes were instantly averted, as if they had unexpectedly lighted on something disagreeable.