TheperceptionsshehadbroughtwithherfilledherjourneyintoKentwithdeliciousthings，deliciousrecognitionofbeautiesshehadbeforeknowntheexistenceofonlythroughthereadingofbooks，andthedwellingupontheircharmsasreproduced，moreorlessperfectly，oncanvas。Shesawrollbyher，withthepassingofthetrain，thelovelinessoflandandpicturesquenessoflivingwhichshehadsavedforherselfwithepicureanintentionforyears。Herfancy，whendetachedfromherthoughtsofhersister，hadbeenepicurean，andshehadbeenquiteawarethatitwasso。Whenshehadleftthesuburbsandthosevillagesalreadytouchedwithsuburbanitybehind，shefeltherselfsettleintoaglowofluxuriousenjoymentinthefreshnessofherpleasureinthefamiliar，andyetunfamiliar，objectsinthethick—hedgedfields，whosebroad—
　　branched，thick—foliagedoaksandbeechesweremoreemboweringintheirshade，andsweeterintheirgreenthananythingsherememberedthatothercountrieshadofferedher，evenattheirbest。Withinthefieldsthehawthornhedgesbeautifullyenclosedweregroupsofresignedmothersheepwiththeiryounglambsaboutthem。Thecuriouspointedtopsoftheredhopkilns，piercingthetreesnearthefarmhouses，woreanalmostintentionalairofaddingpicturesquedetail。
　　Therewereclustersofoldbuildingsanddotsofcottagesandcottagegardenswhichmadehernowandthenutterexclamationsofdelight。LittleinarticulateRosyhadseenandfeltitalltwelveyearsbeforeonherhopelessbridalhome—comingwhenNigelhadsathuddledunbecominglyinthecorneroftherailwaycarriage。Herpowerofexpressionhadbeenlimitedtolittlejoyfulgaspsandobviouslaudatoryadjectives，smotheredintheirbirthbyherfirstglanceatherbridegroom。
　　Betty，inseeingit，knewalltheexquisitenessofherownpleasure，andallthemeaningsofit。
　　Yes，itwasEngland——England。ItwastheEnglandofConstableandMorland，ofMissMitfordandMissAusten，theBrontesandGeorgeEliot。Thelandwhichsoftlyrolledandclotheditselfintherichverdureofmanytrees，sometimesinlovelyclusters，sometimesincoveringcopse，wasConstable’s；theripeyoungwomanwiththefat—leggedchildrenandthefarmyardbeastsabouther，asshefedthehensfromthewoodenpigginunderherarm，wasMorland’sown。
　　ThevillagestreetmightbeMissMitford’s，thewell—to—dohouseJaneAusten’sownfancy，initswarmbrickandcomfortabledecorum。Shelaughedalittleasshethoughtit。
　　"ThatisAmerican，"shesaid，"thehabitofcomparingeverystickandstoneandbreathingthingtosomeliteraryparallel。Wealmostinvariablysaythatthingsremindusofpicturesorbooks——mostusuallybooks。Itseemsalittlecrude，butperhapsitmeansthatweareanintenselyliteraryandartisticpeople。"
　　Shecontinuedtofindcomparisonsrevealingtohertheirappositeness，untilherjourneyhadendedbythetrain’sslackeningspeedandcomingtoastandstillbeforetherural—lookinglittlestationwhichhadpresenteditsquaintaspecttoLadyAnstruthersonherhome—comingofyearsbefore。
　　Ithadnot，duringtheyearswhichcertainlyhadgiventimeforchange，alteredintheleast。Thestationmasterhadgrownstouterandmorerosy，andcameforwardwithhisrespectful，hospitableair，toattendtotheunusual—lookingyounglady，whowastheonlyfirst—classpassenger。Hethoughtshemustbeavisitorexpectedatsomecountryhouse，butnoneofthecarriages，whosecoachmenwerehisfamiliaracquaintances，wereinwaiting。Thatsuchafineyoungladyshouldbepayingavisitatanyhousewhoseownersdidnotsendanequipagetoattendhercoming，struckhimasunusual。
　　Thebroughamfromthe"Crown，"thoughadecentcountrytownvehicle，seemedinadequate。Yet，thereitstooddrawnupoutsidethestation，andshewenttoitwiththemannerofayoungladywhohadordereditsattendanceandknewitwouldbethere。
　　Wellsfeltagooddealofinterest。Amongthemanyyoungladieswhodescendedfromthefirst—classcompartmentsandpassedthroughthelittlewaiting—roomontheirwaytothecarriagesofthegentrytheyweregoingtovisit，hedidnotknowwhenayoungladyhad"caughthiseye，"sotospeak，asthisonedid。Shewasnotexactlythekindofyoungladyonewouldimmediatelyclassmentallyas"aforeigner，"buttheblueofhereyeswassodeep。andherhairandeyelashessodark，thatthesethings，combiningthemselveswithacertain"way"shehad，madehimfeelhertobeofatypeunfamiliartotheregion，atleast。
　　Hewasstruck，also，bythefactthattheyoungladyhadnomaidwithher。ThetruthwasthatBettinahadpurposelylefthermaidintown。Ifawkwardthingsoccurred，thepresenceofanattendantwouldbeasortofcomplication。Itwasbetter，onthefirstapproach，tobewhollyunencumbered。
　　"HowfararewefromStornhamCourt？"sheinquired。
　　"Fivemiles，mylady，"heanswered，touchinghiscap。Sheexpressedsomethingwhichtotheruralandingenuous，whosestandardsweredefined，demandedarecognitionofprobablerank。
　　"I’dliketoknow，"washiscommenttohiswifewhenhewenthometodinner，"whohasgonetoStornhamCourtto—day。
　　There’sfewenoughvisitorsgothere，andnonesuchasher，forcertain。Shedon’tliveanywhereonthelineabovehere，either，forI’veneverseenherfacebefore。Shewasatall，handsomeone——shewas，butitisn’tjustthatmadeyoulookafterher。
　　Shewasacleveronewithaspirit，I’llbebound。Iwaswonderingwhatherladyshipwouldhavetosaytoher。"
　　"PerhapsshewasoneofHISfineladies？"suggestively。
　　"Thatshewasn’t，either。And，asforthat，Iwonderwhathe’dhavetosaytosuchassheis。"
　　Therewascomplexityofelementenoughinthethingshewasonherwaytodo，Bettinawasthinking，asshewasdrivenoverthewhiteribbonofcountryroadthatunrolledoverriseandhollow，betweenthesheep—dottedgreennessoffieldsandthescentedhedges。Thesoftbeautyenclosingherwasalittleshutoutfromherbyhermentalattitude。Shebroughtforwardforherowndecisionsuponsuitableactionanumberofpossiblesituationsshemightfindherselfcalledupontoconfront。Theonethingnecessarywasthatsheshouldbepreparedforanythingwhatever，evenforRosy’snotbeingpleasedtoseeher，orforfindingSirNigelathoroughlyreformedandamiablecharacter"ItisthethingwhichseeminglyCANNOThappenwhichoneismostlikelytofindone’sselffacetofacewith。Itwillbealittleawkwardtoarrange，ifhehasdevelopedeverydomesticvirtue，andisdelightedtoseeme。"
　　Undersuchratherconfusingconditionsherplanwouldbetopresenttothem，asanaffectionatesurprise，theunheraldedvisit，whichmightappearatrifleuncalledfor。Shefelthappilysureofherselfunderanycircumstancesnotpartakingofthenatureofcollisionsatsea。YetshehadnotbehavedabsolutelyillatthetimeofthethreatenedcatastropheintheMeridiana。Herremembrance，anoddlysuddenone，ofthedefinitemannerofthered—hairedsecond—classpassenger，assuredherofthat。Hehadcertainlyhadallhissensesabouthim，andhehadspokentoherasapersontobecountedon。
　　HerpulsebeatalittlemorehurriedlyasthebroughamenteredStornhamvillage。Itwaspicturesque，butstruckheraslookingneglected。Manyofthecottageshadanairofdilapidation。Thereweremanybrokenwindowsandunmendedgardenpalings。Asuggestedlackofwhitewashinseveralcaseswasnotcheerful。
　　"IknownothingofthedutiesofEnglishlandlords，"shesaid，lookingthroughhercarriagewindow，"butIshoulddoitmyself，ifIwereRosy。"
　　Shesaw，asshewastakenthroughtheparkgateway，thatthatstructurewasoutoforder，andthatdamageddiamondpanespeeredoutfromunderthethicknessoftheivymassingitselfoverthelodge。
　　"Ah！"washerthought，"itdoesnotpromiseasitshould。
　　Happypeopledonotletthingsfalltopieces。"
　　Evenwindingavenue，andspreadingsward，andgorse，andbroom，andbracken，enfoldingalltheearthbeneathhugetrees，werenotfairenoughtoremoveasuddenremotefearwhicharoseinherrapidlyreasoningmind。Itsuggestedtoherapointofviewsonewthat，whileshewasamazedatherselffornothavingcontemplateditbefore，shefoundherselfwishingthatthecoachmanwoulddriverathermoreslowly，actuallythatshemighthavemoretimetoreflect。
　　Theywerenearingadipinthepark，wheretherewasalonelylookingpool。Thebrackenwasthickandhighthere，andthesun，whichhadjustbrokenthroughacloud，hadpiercedthetreeswithagoldengleam。
　　Alittlewithdrawnfromthisshaftofbrightnessstoodtwofigures，adowdylittlewomanandahunchbackedboy。Thewomanheldsomefernsinherhand，andtheboywassittingdownandrestinghischinonhishands，whichwerefoldedonthetopofastick。
　　"Stophereforamoment，"Bettinasaidtothecoachman。
　　"Iwanttoaskthatwomanaquestion。"
　　ShehadthoughtthatshemightdiscoverifhersisterwasattheCourt。Sherealisedthattoknowwouldbeapointofadvantage。Sheleanedforwardandspoke。
　　"Ibegyourpardon，"shesaid，"Iwonderifyoucantellme————"
　　Thewomancameforwardalittle。Shehadalistlessstepandafaded，listlessface。
　　"Whatdidyouask？"shesaid。
　　Bettyleanedstillfurtherforward。
　　"Canyoutellme————"shebeganandstopped。Asenseofstrictureinthethroatstoppedher，ashereyestookinthewashed—outcolourofthethinface，thewashed—outcolourofthethinhair——thindrabhair，draggedinstraight，hardunbecomingnessfromtheforeheadandcheeks。
　　Wasittruethatherheartwasthumping，asshehadhearditsaidthatagitationmadeheartsthump？
　　Shebeganagain。
　　"Canyou——tellmeif——LadyAnstruthersisathome？"
　　sheinquired。Asshesaiditshefeltthebloodsurgeupfromthefuriousheart，andthehandshehadlaidonthehandleofthedoorofthebroughamclutcheditinvoluntarily。
　　Thedowdylittlewomanansweredherindifferently，staringatheralittle。
　　"IamLadyAnstruthers，"shesaid。
　　Bettinaopenedthecarriagedoorandstoodupontheground。
　　"Goontothehouse，"shegaveordertothecoachman，and，withasomewhatstartledlook，hedroveaway。
　　"Rosy！"Bettina’svoicewasahushed，almostawed，thing。
　　"YOUareRosy？"
　　Thefadedlittlewreckofacreaturebegantolookfrightened。
　　"Rosy！"sherepeated，withasmall，wry，painfulsmile。
　　Shewasthenextmomentheldinthefoldingofstrong，youngarms，againstaquicklybeatingheart。Shewasbeingwildlykissed，andtheveryairseemedrichwithwarmthandlife。
　　"IamBetty，"sheheard。"Lookatme，Rosy！IamBetty。Lookatmeandremember！"
　　LadyAnstruthersgasped，andbrokeintoafaint，hystericlaugh。ShesuddenlyclutchedatBettina’sarm。Foraminutehergazewaswildasshelookedup。
　　"Betty，"shecriedout。"No！No！No！Ican’tbelieveit！Ican’t！Ican’t！"
　　Thatjustthisthingcouldhavetakenplaceinher，Bettinahadneverthought。Asshehadreflectedonherwayfromthestation，theimpossibleiswhatonefindsone’sselffacetofacewith。Twelveyearsshouldnothavechangedaprettyblondethingofnineteentoaworn，unintelligent—lookingdowdyoftheorderofdowdinesswhichseemstohavelivedbeyondageandsex。Shelookedevenstupid，oratleaststupefied。Atthismomentshewasasilly，middle—agedwoman，whodidnotknowwhattodo。ForafewsecondsBettinawonderedifshewasgladtoseeher，oronlyfeltawkwardandunequaltothesituation。
　　"Ican’tbelieveyou，"shecriedoutagain，andbegantoshiver。"Betty！LittleBetty？No！No！itisn’t！"
　　Sheturnedtotheboy，whohadliftedhischinfromhisstick，andwasstaring。
　　"Ughtred！Ughtred！"shecalledtohim。"Come！Shesays——shesays————"
　　Shesatdownuponaclumpofheatherandbegantocry。
　　Shehidherfaceinhersparehandsandbrokeintosobbing。
　　"Oh，Betty！No！"shegasped。"It’ssolongago——it’ssofaraway。Younevercame——noone——noone——came！"
　　Thehunchbackedboydrewnear。Hehadlimpeduponhisstick。Hespokelikeanelderly，affectionategnome，notlikeachild。
　　"Don’tdothat，mother，"hesaid。"Don’tletitupsetyouso，whateveritis。"
　　"It’ssolongago；it’ssofaraway！"shewept，withcatchesinherbreathandvoice。"Younevercame！"
　　Bettykneltdownandenfoldedheragain。Herbell—likevoicewasfirmandclear。
　　"Ihavecomenow，"shesaid。"Anditisnotfaraway。
　　Acablewillreachfatherintwohours。"
　　Pursuingacertainvividthoughtinhermind，shelookedatherwatch。
　　"Ifyouspoketomotherbycablethismoment，"sheadded，withaccustomedcoolness，andshefelthersisteractuallystartasshespoke，"shecouldansweryoubyfiveo’clock。"
　　LadyAnstruther’sstartendedinalaughandgaspmorehystericthanherfirst。Therewasevenakindofwanawakeninginherface，assheliftedittolookatthewonderfulnewcomer。Shecaughtherhandandheldit，trembling，assheweaklylaughed。
　　"ItmustbeBetty，"shecried。"Thatlittlesternway！
　　Itissolikeher。Betty——Betty——dear！"Shefellintoasobbing，shakenheapupontheheather。TheharrowingthoughtpassedthroughBetty’smindthatshelookedalmostlikealimpbundleofshabbyclothes。Shewassohelplessinherpathetic，apologetichysteria。
　　"Ishall——bebetter，"shegasped。"It’snothing。Ughtred，tellher。"
　　"She’sveryweak，really，"saidtheboyUghtred，inhismatureway。"Shecan’thelpitsometimes。I’llgetsomewaterfromthepool。"
　　"Letmego，"saidBetty，andshedarteddowntothewater。
　　Shewasbackinamoment。Theboywasrubbingandpattinghismother’shandstenderly。
　　"Atanyrate，"heremarked，asoneconsoledbyareflection，"fatherisnotathome。"
　　CHAPTERXI
　　"ITHOUGHTYOUHADALLFORGOTTEN"
　　As，afterasingularhalfhourspentamongthebrackenunderthetrees，theybegantheirreturntothehouse，Bettinafeltthathersenseofadventurehadaltereditscharacter。Shewasstillinthemidstofaremarkablesortofexploit，whichmightendanywhereorinanything，butithadbecomeatoncemoreprosaicindetailandmoreintenseinitssignificance。Whatitssignificancemightprovelikelytobewhenshefacedit，shehadnotknown，itistrue。Butthiswasdifferentfrom——
　　fromanything。Astheywalkedupthesun—dappledavenueshekeptglancingasideatRosy，andendeavouringtodrawusefulconclusions。Thepoorgirl’sairofbeingaplain，insignificantfrump，longpastyouth，struckanextraordinaryand，forthetime，unexplainablenote。Herill—cut，out—of—
　　datedress，thecheapsuitofthehunchbackedboy，wholimpedpatientlyalong，helpedbyhiscrutch，suggestedpossibleexplanationswhichwerewithoutdoubtconnectedwiththethoughtwhichhadriseninBettina’smind，asshehadbeendriventhroughthebroken—hingedentrancegate。WhatextraordinarydisposalwasbeingmadeofRosy’smoney？Buthereachglanceathersisteralsosuggestedcomplicationuponcomplication。
　　Thesingularhalfhourunderthetreesbythepool，spent，afterthefirsthystericmomentswereover，invagueexclaimingsandquestions，whichseemedhalffrightenedandallatsea，hadgraduallyshownherthatshewastalkingtoacreaturewhollyotherthantheRosaliewhohadsowellknownandlovedthemall，andwhomtheyhadsowelllovedandknown。
　　Theydidnotknowthisone，andshedidnotknowthem，shewasevenalittleafraidofthestirandmovementoftheirlifeandbeing。TheRosytheyhadknownseemedtobeimprisonedwithinthewalltheyearsofherseparatedlifehadbuiltabouther。AteachbreathshedrewBettinasawhowlongtheyearshadbeentoher，andhowfarherhomehadseemedtolieaway，sofarthatitcouldnottouchher，andwasonlyasortofdream，therecallingofwhichmadehersuddenlybegintocryagaineveryfewminutes。ToBettina’ssensitivelyalertminditwasplainthatitwouldnotdointheleasttodraghersuddenlyoutofherprison，orcloister，whichsoeveritmightbe。Todosowouldbelikeforcingacreatureaccustomedonlytodarkness，tostareattheblazingsun。Tohaveburstuponherwiththeoldimpetuous，candidfondnesswouldhavebeentofrightenandshockherasifwithsomethingborderingonindecency。Shecouldnothavestoodit；perhapssuchfondnesswassoremotefromherinthesedaysthatshehadevenceasedtobeabletounderstandit。
　　"Whereareyourlittlegirls？"Bettinaasked，rememberingthattherehadbeennoticegivenoftheadventoftwogirlbabies。
　　"Theydied，"LadyAnstruthersansweredunemotionally。"Theybothdiedbeforetheywereayearold。ThereisonlyUghtred。"
　　Bettyglancedattheboyandsawasmallflameofredcreepuponhischeek。Instinctivelysheknewwhatitmeant，andsheputoutherhandandlightlytouchedhisshoulder。
　　"Ihopeyou’lllikeme，Ughtred，"shesaid。
　　Healmoststartedatthesoundofhervoice，butwhenheturnedhisfacetowardsherheonlygrewredder，andlookedawkwardwithoutanswering。Hismannerwasthatofaboywhowasunusedtotheamenitiesofpolitesociety，andwhowasonlymadeshybythem。
　　Withoutwarning，amomentorsolater，Bettinastoppedinthemiddleoftheavenue，andlookedupatthearchinggiantbranchesofthetreeswhichhadreachedoutfromonesidetotheother，asiftoclasphandsorencompassaninterlacingembrace。Asfarastheeyereached，theydidthis，andthebeholderstoodasinahighstatelypergola，withbreaksofdeepazureskybetween。Severalmellow，cawingrookswerefloatingsolemnlybeneathorabovethebranches，nowwandthensettlinginsomehighestoneordisappearinginthethickgreenness。
　　LadyAnstruthersstoppedwhenhersisterdidso，andglancedatherinvagueinquiry。Itwasplainthatshehadoutlivedevenhersenseofthebeautysurroundingher。
　　"Whatareyoulookingat，Betty？"sheasked。
　　"Atallofit，"Bettyanswered。"Itissowonderful。"
　　"Shelikesit，"saidUghtred，andthenratherslunkastepbehindhismother，asifhewereashamedofhimself。
　　"Thehouseisjustbeyondthosetrees，"saidLadyAnstruthers。
　　Theycameinfullviewofitthreeminuteslater。Whenshesawit，Bettyutteredanexclamationandstoppedagaintoenjoyeffects。
　　"Shelikesthat，too，"saidUghtred，and，althoughhesaiditsheepishly，therewasimperfectlyconcealedbeneaththeawkwardnessapleasureinthefact。
　　"Doyou？"askedRosalie，withhersmall，painfulsmile。
　　Bettylaughed。
　　"Itistoopicturesque，initsspecialway，tobequitecredible，"shesaid。
　　"IthoughtthatwhenIfirstsawit，"saidRosy。
　　"Don’tyouthinkso，now？"
　　"Well，"wastheratheruncertainreply，"asNigelsays，there’snotmuchgoodinaplacethatisfallingtopieces。"
　　"Whyletitfalltopieces？"Bettyputittoherwithimpartialpromptness。
　　"Wehaven’tmoneyenoughtoholdittogether，"resignedly。
　　Astheyclimbedthelow，broad，lichen—blotchedsteps，whosebrokenstonebalustradeswerealmosthiddeninclutching，untrimmedivy，Bettyfeltthemtobealmostincredible，too。Theunevenstonesoftheterracethestepsmountedtowerelichen—
　　blotchedandbrokenalso。Tuftsofgreengrowthshadforcedthemselvesbetweentheflags，andaddedanuntidybeauty。
　　Theivytossedinbranchesovertheredroofandwallsofthehouse。Ithadbeenleftunclipped，untilitwasratheranendlesslyclamberingtreethanacreeper。Thehalltheyenteredhadthebeautyofspaciousformandgood，oldoakenpanelling。Thereweredeepwindowseatsandanancienthigh—backedsettleorso，andamassivetablebythefirelesshearth。Buttherewerenopicturesinplaceswherepictureshadevidentlyoncehung，andtheonlycoveringsonthestonefloorwerethefadedremnantsofacentralrugandaworntigerskin，theheadalmostbaldandaglasseyeknockedout。
　　Bettinatookintheunpromisingdetailswithoutaquiveroftheextravagantlashes。These，indeed，andtheeyespertainingtothem，seemedrathertosweepthefineroof，andacertainminstrel’sgalleryandstaircase，thanwhichnothingcouldhavebeenmuchfiner，withthelookofanappreciativeadmirerofarchitecturalfeaturesandoldoak。ShehadnotjourneyedtoStornhamCourtwiththeintentionofdisturbingRosy，orofbeingherselfobviouslydisturbed。Shehadcometoobservesituationsandrearrangethemwiththatintelligenceofwhichunconsideredemotionorexclamationformnopart。
　　"ItisthefirstoldEnglishhouseIhaveseen，"shesaid，withasighofpleasure。"Iamsoglad，Rosy——Iamsogladthatitisyours。"
　　SheputahandoneachofRosy’sthinshoulders——shefeltsharplydefinedbonesasshedidso——andbenttokissher。Itwasthenaturalaffectionateexpressionofherfeeling，buttearsstartedtoRosy’seyes，andtheboyUghtred，whohadsatdowninawindowseat，turnedredagain，andshiftedinhisplace。
　　"Oh，Betty！"wasRosy’sfaintnervousexclamation，"youseemsobeautifuland——so——sostrange——thatyoufrightenme。"
　　Bettylaughedwiththesoftestpossiblecheerfulness，shakingheralittle。
　　"Ishallnotseemstrangelong，"shesaid，"afterIhavestayedwithyouafewweeks，ifyouwillletmestaywithyou。"
　　"Letyou！Letyou！"inasortofgasp。
　　PoorlittleLadyAnstrutherssankontoasettleandbegantocryagain。Itwasplainthatshealwayscriedwhenthingsoccurred。Ughtred’sspeechfromhiswindowseattestifiedatoncetothat。
　　"Don’tcry，mother，"hesaid。"Youknowhowwe’vetalkedthatovertogether。It’shernerves，"heexplainedtoBettina。"Weknowitonlymakesthingsworse，butshecan’tstopit。"
　　Bettinasatonthesettle，too。Sheherselfwasnotthenawareofthewonderfulfeelingthepoorlittlesparefigureexperienced，ashersoftlystrongyoungarmscurvedaboutit。Shewasonlyawarethatsheherselffeltthatthiswasaheart—breakingthing，andthatshemustnot——MUSTnotletitbeseenhowmuchsherecogniseditswoefulness。Thiswaspretty，fairRosy，whohadneverdoneaharminherhappylife——thisforlornthingwasherRosy。
　　"Nevermind，"shesaid，halflaughingagain。"Iratherwanttocrymyself，andIamstrongerthansheis。Iamimmenselystrong。"
　　"Yes！Yes！"saidLadyAnstruthers，wipinghereyes，andmakingatremendouseffortatself—respectingcomposure。
　　"Youarestrong。Ihavegrownsoweakin——well，ineveryway。Betty，I’mafraidthisisapoorwelcome。Yousee——I’mafraidyou’llfinditallsodifferentfrom——fromNewYork。"
　　"Iwantedtofinditdifferent，"saidBetty。
　　"But——but——Imean——youknow————"LadyAnstruthersturnedhelplesslytotheboy。Bettinawasstruckwiththepainfultruththatshelookedevensillyassheturnedtohim。
　　"Ughtred——tellher，"sheended，andhungherhead。
　　Ughtredhadgotdownatoncefromhisseatandlimpedforward。Hisunprepossessingfacelookedasifhepulledhischildishnesstogetherwithanunchildisheffort。
　　"Shemeans，"hesaid，inhisawkwardway，"thatshedoesn’tknowhowtomakeyoucomfortable。Theroomsareallsoshabby——everythingissoshabby。Perhapsyouwon’tstaywhenyousee。"
　　Bettinaperceptiblyincreasedthefirmnessofherholdonhersister’sbody。Itwasasifshedrewitnearertohersideinakindoftakingpossession。Sheknewthatthemomenthadcomewhenshemightgothisfar，atleast，withoutexpressingalarmingthings。
　　"Youcannotshowmeanythingthatwillfrightenme，"
　　wastheanswershemade。"Ihavecometostay，Rosy。Wecanmakethingsrightiftheyrequireit。Whynot？"
　　LadyAnstruthersstartedalittle，andstaredather。Sheknewtenthousandreasonswhythingshadnotbeenmaderight，andthecasualinferencethatsuchreasonscouldbelightlysweptawayasifbythemerewaveofahand，impliedapowerappertainingtoatimeseemingsolostforeverthatitwastoomuchforher。