I do believe she hardly dares to
open her lips. I heard her telling Lucy afterwards that there was a
rose at Dykelands of the colour of her pattern, and I dare say she
did not say so, when it would have been to the purpose, for fear I
should say that damp turns roses orange-coloured; and I could see she
did not defend her pendant with Captain Atherley for fear I should
tell her he was not infallible. No wonder she pines for Dykelands; a
fine sort of sister and home she has found here, poor child.'
'Oh! now you think so--' Anne began, but here she stopped short,
checked by her dread of interfering between sisters; she could not
bear to add to Elizabeth's bitter feelings of self-reproach, and she
could not say that her conduct on the preceding evening had been by
any means what it ought to have been, that she had treated Helen
kindly, or that Helen had not suffered much from her want of
consideration for her. She only kissed her cousin, and wished her
good night very affectionately, and nothing more was said that
evening.
But Anne's silence was often very expressive to those who could
understand it, and of these Elizabeth was one.
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