Shedroppedintoaseatbesideherdressing—table，restingherchinonherliftedhands，andlaughingoutathimundertheelf—lockwhichhadshakenitselfdownoverhereyes。
Heroutburstdidnotoffendtheyoungman；itsimmediateeffectwasthatofallayinghisagitation。Thetheatricaltouchinhermannermadehisoffenseseemmorevenialthanhehadthoughtitamomentbefore。
Hedrewupachairandsatdownbesideher。\"Afterall，\"hesaid，inatoneofgood—humouredprotest，\"Ineedn’thavetoldyouI’dkeptbackyourletter；andmytellingyouseemsratherstrongproofthatIhadn’tanyverynefariousdesignsonyou。\"
Shemetthiswithashrug，buthedidnotgivehertimetoanswer。\"Mydesigns，\"hecontinuedwithasmile，\"werenotnefarious。Isawyou’dbeenthroughabadtimewithMrs。
Murrett，andthattheredidn’tseemtobemuchfunaheadforyou；andIdidn’tsee——andIdon’tyetsee——theharmoftryingtogiveyouafewhoursofamusementbetweenadepressingpastandanotparticularlycheerfulfuture。\"Hepausedagain，andthenwenton，inthesametoneoffriendlyreasonableness：\"ThemistakeImadewasnottotellyouthisatonce——nottoaskyoustraightouttogivemeadayortwo，andletmetrytomakeyouforgetallthethingsthataretroublingyou。IwasafoolnottoseethatifI’dputittoyouinthatwayyou’dhaveacceptedorrefused，asyouchose；butthatatleastyouwouldn’thavemistakenmyintentions。——Intentions！\"Hestoodup，walkedthelengthoftheroom，andturnedbacktowhereshestillsatmotionless，herelbowsproppedonthedressing—table，herchinonherhands。\"Whatrubbishwetalkaboutintentions！ThetruthisIhadn’tany：Ijustlikedbeingwithyou。Perhapsyoudon’tknowhowextraordinarilyonecanlikebeingwithyou……Iwasdepressedandadriftmyself；andyoumademeforgetmybothers；andwhenIfoundyouweregoing——andgoingbacktodreariness，asIwas——Ididn’tseewhyweshouldn’thaveafewhourstogetherfirst；soIleftyourletterinmypocket。\"
Hesawherfacemeltasshelistened，andsuddenlysheunclaspedherhandsandleanedtohim。
\"ButareYOUunhappytoo？Oh，Ineverunderstood——I
neverdreamedit！Ithoughtyou’dalwayshadeverythingintheworldyouwanted！\"
Darrowbrokeintoalaughatthisingenuouspictureofhisstate。Hewasashamedoftryingtobetterhiscasebyanappealtoherpity，andannoyedwithhimselfforalludingtoasubjecthewouldratherhavekeptoutofhisthoughts。
Butherlookofsympathyhaddisarmedhim；hisheartwasbitteranddistracted；shewasnearhim，hereyeswereshiningwithcompassion——hebentoverherandkissedherhand。
\"Forgiveme——doforgiveme，\"hesaid。
Shestoodupwithasmilinghead—shake。\"Oh，it’snotsooftenthatpeopletrytogivemeanypleasure——muchlesstwowholedaysofit！Isha’n’tforgethowkindyou’vebeen。I
shallhaveplentyoftimetoremember。ButthisISgood—
bye，youknow。ImusttelegraphatoncetosayI’mcoming。\"
\"Tosayyou’recoming？ThenI’mnotforgiven？\"
\"Oh，you’reforgiven——ifthat’sanycomfort。\"
\"It’snot，theveryleast，ifyourwayofprovingitistogoaway！\"
Shehungherheadinmeditation。\"ButIcan’tstay。——HowCANIstay？\"shebrokeout，asifarguingwithsomeunseenmonitor。
\"Whycan’tyou？Nooneknowsyou’rehere……Nooneneedeverknow。\"
Shelookedup，andtheireyesexchangedmeaningsforarapidminute。Hergazewasasclearasaboy’s。\"Oh，it’snotTHAT，\"sheexclaimed，almostimpatiently；\"it’snotpeopleI’mafraidof！They’veneverputthemselvesoutforme——whyonearthshouldIcareaboutthem？\"
Helikedherdirectnessashehadneverlikeditbefore。
\"Well，then，whatisit？NotME，Ihope？\"
\"No，notyou：Ilikeyou。It’sthemoney！Withmethat’salwaystherootofthematter。Icouldneveryetaffordatreatinmylife！\"
IsTHATall？\"Helaughed，relievedbyhernaturalness。
\"Lookhere；sinceweretalkingasmantoman——can’tyoutrustmeaboutthattoo？\"
\"Trustyou？Howdoyoumean？You’dbetternottrustME！\"shelaughedbacksharply。\"Imightneverbeabletopayup！\"
Hisgesturebrushedasidetheallusion。\"Moneymaybetherootofthematter；itcan’tbethewholeofit，betweenfriends。Don’tyouthinkonefriendmayacceptasmallservicefromanotherwithoutlookingtoofaraheadorweighingtoomanychances？Thequestionturnsentirelyonwhatyouthinkofme。Ifyoulikemewellenoughtobewillingtotakeafewdays’holidaywithme，justforthepleasureofthething，andthepleasureyou’llbegivingme，let’sshakehandsonit。Ifyoudon’tlikemewellenoughwe’llshakehandstoo；onlyIshallbesorry，\"heended。
\"Oh，butIshallbesorrytoo！\"Herface，assheliftedittohis，lookedsosmallandyoungthatDarrowfeltafugitivetwingeofcompunction，instantlyeffacedbytheexcitementofpursuit。
\"Well，then？\"Hestoodlookingdownonher，hiseyespersuadingher。Hewasnowintenselyawarethathisnearnesswashavinganeffectwhichmadeitlessandlessnecessaryforhimtochoosehiswords，andhewenton，moremindfuloftheinflectionsofhisvoicethanofwhathewasactuallysaying：\"Whyonearthshouldwesaygood—byeifwe’rebothsorryto？Won’tyoutellmeyourreason？It’snotabitlikeyoutoletanythingstandinthewayofyoursayingjustwhatyoufeel。Youmustn’tmindoffendingme，youknow！\"
Shehungbeforehimlikealeafonthemeetingofcross—
currents，thatthenextripplemaysweepforwardorwhirlback。Thensheflungupherheadwiththeoddboyishmovementhabitualtoherinmomentsofexcitement。\"WhatI
feel？DoyouwanttoknowwhatIfeel？Thatyou’regivingmetheonlychanceI’veeverhad！\"
Sheturnedaboutonherheeland，droppingintothenearestchair，sankforward，herfacehiddenagainstthedressing—
table。
Underthefoldsofherthinsummerdressthemodellingofherbackandofherliftedarms，andtheslighthollowbetweenhershoulder—blades，recalledthefaintcurvesofaterra—cottastatuette，someyoungimageofgracehardlymorethansketchedintheclay。Darrow，ashestoodlookingather，reflectedthathercharacter，forallitsseemingfirmness，itsflashingedgesof\"opinion\"，wasprobablynolessimmature。Hehadnotexpectedhertoyieldsosuddenlytohissuggestion，ortoconfessheryieldinginthatway。
Atfirsthewasslightlydisconcerted；thenhesawhowherattitudesimplifiedhisown。Herbehaviourhadalltheindecisionandawkwardnessofinexperience。Itshowedthatshewasachildafterall；andallhecoulddo——allhehadevermeanttodo——wastogiveherachild’sholidaytolookbackto。
Foramomenthefanciedshewascrying；butthenextshewasonherfeetandhadsweptroundonhimafaceshemusthaveturnedawayonlytohidethefirstrushofherpleasure。
Forawhiletheyshoneoneachotherwithoutspeaking；thenshesprangtohimandheldoutbothhands。
\"Isittrue？Isitreallytrue？IsitreallygoingtohappentoME？\"
Hefeltlikeanswering：\"You’retheverycreaturetowhomitwasboundtohappen\"；butthewordshadadoublesensethatmadehimwince，andinsteadhecaughtherprofferedhandsandstoodlookingatheracrossthelengthofherarms，withoutattemptingtobendthemortodrawhercloser。Hewantedhertoknowhowherwordshadmovedhim；buthisthoughtswereblurredbytherushofthesameemotionthatpossessedher，andhisownwordscamewithaneffort。
Heendedbygivingherbackalaughasfrankasherown，anddeclaring，ashedroppedherhands：\"Allthatandmoretoo——
you’llsee！\"
VIII
Allday，sincethelatereluctantdawn，therainhadcomedownintorrents。ItstreamedagainstDarrow’shigh—perchedwindows，reducedtheirvastprospectofroofsandchimneystoablackoilyhuddle，andfilledtheroomwiththedrabtwilightofanundergroundaquarium。
Thestreamsdescendedwiththeregularityofathirdday’srain，whentrimmingandshufflingareover，andtheweatherhassettleddowntodoitsworst。Therewerenovariationsofrhythm，nolyricalupsanddowns：thegreylinesstreakingthepaneswereasdenseanduniformasapageofunparagraphednarrative。
GeorgeDarrowhaddrawnhisarmchairtothefire。Thetime—
tablehehadbeenstudyinglayonthefloor，andhesatstaringwithdullacquiescenceintotheboundlessblurofrain，whichaffectedhimlikeavastprojectionofhisownstateofmind。Thenhiseyestravelledslowlyabouttheroom。
Itwasexactlytendayssincehishurriedunpackinghadstrewnitwiththecontentsofhisportmanteaux。Hisbrushesandrazorswerespreadoutontheblotchedmarbleofthechestofdrawers。Astackofnewspapershadaccumulatedonthecentretableunderthe\"electrolier\"，andhalfadozenpapernovelslayonthemantelpieceamongcigar—casesandtoiletbottles；butthesetracesofhispassagehadmadenomarkonthefeaturelessdulnessoftheroom，itslookofbeingthemakeshiftsettingofinnumerabletransientcollocations。Therewassomethingsardonic，almostsinister，initsappearanceofhavingdeliberately\"madeup\"
foritsanonymouspart，allinnoncommittaldrabsandbrowns，withacarpetandpaperthatnobodywouldremember，andchairsandtablesasimpersonalasrailwayporters。
Darrowpickedupthetime—tableandtosseditontothetable。Thenherosetohisfeet，litacigarandwenttothewindow。Throughtherainhecouldjustdiscoverthefaceofaclockinatallbuildingbeyondtherailwayroofs。
Hepulledouthiswatch，comparedthetwotime—pieces，andstartedthehandsofhiswithsucharushthattheyflewpastthehourandhehadtomakethemrepeatthecircuitmoredeliberately。Hefeltaquitedisproportionateirritationatthetriflingblunder。Whenhehadcorrectedithewentbacktohischairandthrewhimselfdown，leaningbackhisheadagainsthishands。Presentlyhiscigarwentout，andhegotup，huntedforthematches，lititagainandreturnedtohisseat。
Theroomwasgettingonhisnerves。Duringthefirstfewdays，whiletheskieswereclear，hehadnotnoticedit，orhadfeltforitonlythecontemptuousindifferenceofthetravellertowardaprovisionalshelter。Butnowthathewasleavingit，waslookingatitforthelasttime，itseemedtohavetakencompletepossessionofhismind，tobesoakingitselfintohimlikeanuglyindelibleblot。Everydetailpresseditselfonhisnoticewiththefamiliarityofanaccidentalconfidant：whicheverwayheturned，hefeltthenudgeofatransientintimacy……
TheonefixedpointinhisimmediatefuturewasthathisleavewasoverandthathemustbebackathispostinLondonthenextmorning。Withintwenty—fourhourshewouldagainbeinadaylightworldofrecognizedactivities，himselfabusy，responsible，relativelynecessaryfactorinthebigwhirringsocialandofficialmachine。Thatfixedobligationwasthefacthecouldthinkofwiththeleastdiscomfort，yetforsomeunaccountablereasonitwastheoneonwhichhefounditmostdifficulttofixhisthoughts。
Wheneverhedidso，theroomjerkedhimbackintothecircleofitsinsistentassociations。Itwasextraordinarywithwhatamicroscopicminutenessofloathinghehateditall：
thegrimycarpetandwallpaper，theblackmarblemantel—
piece，theclockwithagiltallegoryunderadustybell，thehigh—bolsteredbrown—counterpanedbed，theframedcardofprintedrulesundertheelectriclightswitch，andthedoorofcommunicationwiththenextroom。Hehatedthedoormostofall……
Attheoutset，hehadfeltnospecialsenseofresponsibility。Hewassatisfiedthathehadstrucktherightnote，andconvincedofhispowerofsustainingit。
Thewholeincidenthadsomehowseemed，inspiteofitsvulgarsettinganditsinevitableprosaicpropinquities，tobeenactingitselfinsomeunmappedregionoutsidethepaleoftheusual。Itwasnotlikeanythingthathadeverhappenedtohimbefore，orinwhichhehadeverpicturedhimselfaslikelytobeinvolved；butthat，atfirst，hadseemednoargumentagainsthisfitnesstodealwithit。
Perhapsbutforthethreedays’rainhemighthavegotawaywithoutadoubtastohisadequacy。Therainhadmadeallthedifference。Ithadthrownthewholepictureoutofperspective，blottedoutthemysteryoftheremoterplanesandtheenchantmentofthemiddledistance，andthrustintoprominenceeverycommonplacefactoftheforeground。Itwasthekindofsituationthatwasnothelpedbybeingthoughtover；andbytheperversityofcircumstancehehadbeenforcedintotheunwillingcontemplationofitseveryaspect……
Hiscigarhadgoneoutagain，andhethrewitintothefireandvaguelymeditatedgettinguptofindanother。Butthemereactofleavinghischairseemedtocallforagreaterexertionofthewillthanhewascapableof，andheleanedhisheadbackwithclosedeyesandlistenedtothedrummingoftherain。
Adifferentnoisearousedhim。Itwastheopeningandclosingofthedoorleadingfromthecorridorintotheadjoiningroom。Hesatmotionless，withoutopeninghiseyes；butnowanothersightforceditselfunderhisloweredlids。Itwastheprecisephotographicpictureofthatotherroom。Everythinginitrosebeforehimandpresseditselfuponhisvisionwiththesameacuityofdistinctnessastheobjectssurroundinghim。Astepsoundedonthefloor，andheknewwhichwaythestepwasdirected，whatpiecesoffurnitureithadtoskirt，whereitwouldprobablypause，andwhatwaslikelytoarrestit。Heheardanothersound，andrecognizeditasthatofawetumbrellaplacedintheblackmarblejambofthechimney—piece，againstthehearth。
Hecaughtthecreakofahinge，andinstantlydifferentiateditasthatofthewardrobeagainsttheoppositewall。Thenheheardthemouse—likesquealofareluctantdrawer，andknewitwastheupperoneinthechestofdrawersbesidethebed：theclatterwhichfollowedwascausedbythemahoganytoilet—glassjumpingonitsloosenedpivots……
Thestepcrossedtheflooragain。Itwasstrangehowmuchbetterheknewitthanthepersontowhomitbelonged！Nowitwasdrawingnearthedoorofcommunicationbetweenthetworooms。Heopenedhiseyesandlooked。Thestephadceasedandforamomenttherewassilence。Thenheheardalowknock。Hemadenoresponse，andafteranintervalhesawthatthedoorhandlewasbeingtentativelyturned。Heclosedhiseyesoncemore……
Thedooropened，andthestepwasintheroom，comingcautiouslytowardhim。Hekepthiseyesshut，relaxinghisbodytofeignsleep。Therewasanotherpause，thenawaveringsoftadvance，therustleofadressbehindhischair，thewarmthoftwohandspressedforamomentonhislids。ThepalmsofthehandshadthelingeringscentofsomestuffthathehadboughtontheBoulevard……Helookedupandsawaletterfallingoverhisshouldertohisknee……
\"DidIdisturbyou？I’msosorry！TheygavemethisjustnowwhenIcamein。\"
Theletter，beforehecouldcatchit，hadslippedbetweenhiskneestothefloor。Itlaythere，addressupward，athisfeet，andwhilehesatstaringdownatthestrongslendercharactersontheblue—grayenvelopeanarmreachedoutfrombehindtopickitup。
\"Oh，don’t——DON’T\"brokefromhim，andhebentoverandcaughtthearm。Thefaceaboveitwasclosetohis。
\"Don’twhat？\"
————\"takethetrouble，\"hestammered。
Hedroppedthearmandstoopeddown。Hisgraspclosedovertheletter，hefingereditsthicknessandweightandcalculatedthenumberofsheetsitmustcontain。
Suddenlyhefeltthepressureofthehandonhisshoulder，andbecameawarethatthefacewasstillleaningoverhim，andthatinamomenthewouldhavetolookupandkissit……
Hebentforwardfirstandthrewtheunopenedletterintothemiddleofthefire。
BOOKII
IX
ThelightoftheOctoberafternoonlayonanoldhigh—roofedhousewhichenclosedinitslongexpanseofbrickandyellowishstonethebreadthofagrassycourtfilledwiththeshadowandsoundoflimes。
Fromtheescutcheonedpiersattheentranceofthecourtaleveldrive，alsoshadedbylimes，extendedtoawhite—
barredgatebeyondwhichanequallylevelavenueofgrass，cutthroughawood，dwindledtoablue—greenbluragainstaskybankedwithstillwhiteslopesofcloud。
Inthecourt，half—waybetweenhouseanddrive，aladystood。Sheheldaparasolaboveherhead，andlookednowatthehouse—front，withitsdoubleflightofstepsmeetingbeforeaglazeddoorundersculpturedtrophies，nowdownthedrivetowardthegrassycuttingthroughthewood。Herairwaslessofexpectancythanofcontemplation：sheseemednotsomuchtobewatchingforanyone，orlisteningforanapproachingsound，aslettingthewholeaspectoftheplacesinkintoherwhilesheheldherselfopentoitsinfluence。
Yetitwasnolessapparentthatthescenewasnotnewtoher。Therewasnoeagernessofinvestigationinhersurvey：
sheseemedrathertobelookingaboutherwitheyestowhich，forsomeintimateinwardreason，detailslongsincefamiliarhadsuddenlyacquiredanunwontedfreshness。
ThiswasinfacttheexactsensationofwhichMrs。Leathwasconsciousasshecameforthfromthehouseanddescendedintothesunlitcourt。Shehadcometomeetherstep—son，whowaslikelytobereturningatthathourfromanafternoon’sshootinginoneofthemoredistantplantations，andshecarriedinherhandtheletterwhichhadsentherinsearchofhim；butwithherfirststepoutofthehouseallthoughtofhimhadbeeneffacedbyanotherseriesofimpressions。
Thesceneaboutherwasknowntosatiety。ShehadseenGivreatallseasonsoftheyear，andforthegreaterpartofeveryyear，sincethefar—offdayofhermarriage；thedaywhen，ostensiblydrivingthroughitsgatesatherhusband’sside，shehadactuallybeencarriedthereonacloudofiris—wingedvisions。
Thepossibilitieswhichtheplacehadthenrepresentedwerestillvividlypresenttoher。Themerephrase\"aFrenchchateau\"hadcalleduptoheryouthfulfancyathrongofromanticassociations，poetic，pictorialandemotional；andtheserenefaceoftheoldhouseseatedinitsparkamongthepoplar—borderedmeadowsofmiddleFrance，hadseemed，onherfirstsightofit，toholdouttoherafateasnobleanddignifiedasitsownmien。
Thoughshecouldstillcallupthatphaseoffeelingithadlongsincepassed，andthehousehadforatimebecometohertheverysymbolofnarrownessandmonotony。Then，withthepassingofyears，ithadgraduallyacquiredalessinimicalcharacter，hadbecome，notagainacastleofdreams，evokeroffairimagesandromanticlegend，buttheshellofalifeslowlyadjustedtoitsdwelling：theplaceonecamebackto，theplacewhereonehadone’sduties，one’shabitsandone’sbooks，theplaceonewouldnaturallyliveintillonedied：adullhouse，aninconvenienthouse，ofwhichoneknewallthedefects，theshabbinesses，thediscomforts，buttowhichonewassousedthatonecouldhardly，aftersolongatime，thinkone’sselfawayfromitwithoutsufferingacertainlossofidentity。
Now，asitlaybeforeherintheautumnmildness，itsmistresswassurprisedatherowninsensibility。Shehadbeentryingtoseethehousethroughtheeyesofanoldfriendwho，thenextmorning，wouldbedrivinguptoitforthefirsttime；andinsodoingsheseemedtobeopeningherowneyesuponitafteralongintervalofblindness。
Thecourtwasverystill，yetfullofalatentlife：thewheelingandrustlingofpigeonsabouttherectangularyewsandacrossthesunnygravel；thesweepofrooksabovethelustrousgreyish—purpleslatesoftheroof，andthestirofthetree—topsastheymetthebreezewhicheveryday，atthathour，camepunctuallyupfromtheriver。
JustsuchalatentanimationglowedinAnnaLeath。Ineverynerveandveinshewasconsciousofthatequipoiseofblisswhichthefearfulhumanheartscarcedaresacknowledge。Shewasnotusedtostrongorfullemotions；butshehadalwaysknownthatsheshouldnotbeafraidofthem。Shewasnotafraidnow；butshefeltadeepinwardstillness。
Theimmediateeffectofthefeelinghadbeentosendherforthinquestofherstep—son。Shewantedtostrollbackwithhimandhaveaquiettalkbeforetheyre—enteredthehouse。Itwasalwayseasytotalktohim，andatthismomenthewastheonepersontowhomshecouldhavespokenwithoutfearofdisturbingherinnerstillness。Shewasglad，forallsortsofreasons，thatMadamedeChantelleandEffiewerestillatOuchywiththegoverness，andthatsheandOwenhadthehousetothemselves。Andshewasgladthatevenhewasnotyetinsight。Shewantedtobealonealittlelonger；nottothink，buttoletthelongslowwavesofjoybreakoverheronebyone。
Shewalkedoutofthecourtandsatdownononeofthebenchesthatborderedthedrive。Fromherseatshehadadiagonalviewofthelonghouse—frontandofthedomedchapelterminatingoneofthewings。Beyondagateinthecourt—yardwalltheflower—gardendrewitsdark—greensquaresandraiseditsstatuesagainsttheyellowingbackgroundofthepark。Inthebordersonlyafewlatepinksandcrimsonssmouldered，butapeacockstruttinginthesunseemedtohavegatheredintohisout—spreadfanallthesummergloriesoftheplace。
InMrs。Leath’shandwastheletterwhichhadopenedhereyestothesethings，andasmilerosetoherlipsatthemerefeelingofthepaperbetweenherfingers。Thethrillitsentthroughhergaveakeeneredgetoeverysense。Shefelt，saw，breathedtheshiningworldasthoughathinimpenetrableveilhadsuddenlybeenremovedfromit。
Justsuchaveil，shenowperceived，hadalwayshungbetweenherselfandlife。Ithadbeenlikethestagegauzewhichgivesanillusiveairofrealitytothepaintedscenebehindit，yetprovesit，afterall，tobenomorethanapaintedscene。
Shehadbeenhardlyaware，inhergirlhood，ofdifferingfromothersinthisrespect。Inthewell—regulatedwell—fedSummersworldtheunusualwasregardedaseitherimmoralorill—bred，andpeoplewithemotionswerenotvisited。
Sometimes，withasenseofgropinginatopsy—turvyuniverse，Annahadwonderedwhyeverybodyaboutherseemedtoignoreallthepassionsandsensationswhichformedthestuffofgreatpoetryandmemorableaction。Inacommunitycomposedentirelyofpeoplelikeherparentsandherparents’friendsshedidnotseehowthemagnificentthingsonereadaboutcouldeverhavehappened。Shewassurethatifanythingofthekindhadoccurredinherimmediatecirclehermotherwouldhaveconsultedthefamilyclergyman，andherfatherperhapsevenhaverungupthepolice；andhersenseofhumourcompelledhertoownthat，inthegivenconditions，theseprecautionsmightnothavebeenunjustified。
Littlebylittletheconditionsconqueredher，andshelearnedtoregardthesubstanceoflifeasamerecanvasfortheembroideriesofpoetandpainter，anditslittlesweptandfencedandtendedsurfaceasitsactualsubstance。Itwasinthevisionedregionofactionandemotionthatherfullesthourswerespent；butithardlyoccurredtoherthattheymightbetranslatedintoexperience，orconnectedwithanythinglikelytohappentoayoungladylivinginWestFifty—fifthStreet。
Sheperceived，indeed，thatothergirls，leadingoutwardlythesamelifeasherself，andseeminglyunawareofherworldofhiddenbeauty，wereyetpossessedofsomevitalsecretwhichescapedher。Thereseemedtobeakindoffreemasonrybetweenthem；theywerewiderawakethanshe，morealert，andsureroftheirwantsifnotoftheiropinions。Shesupposedtheywere\"cleverer\"，andacceptedherinferioritygood—humouredly，halfaware，withinherself，ofareserveofunusedpowerwhichtheothersgavenosignofpossessing。
Thispartlyconsoledherformissingsomuchofwhatmadetheir\"goodtime\"；buttheresultingsenseofexclusion，ofbeingsomehowlaughinglybutfirmlydebarredfromashareoftheirprivileges，threwherbackonherselfanddeepenedthereservewhichmadeenviousmothersciteherasamodelofladylikerepression。