She will invite us to dinner--very late.

She will breakfast in her room." Charlotte gazed at her sister again.

Gertrude's imagination seemed to her to be fairly running riot.

She had always known that Gertrude had a great deal of imagination--she had been very proud of it.

But at the same time she had always felt that it was a dangerous and irresponsible faculty; and now, to her sense, for the moment, it seemed to threaten to make her sister a strange person who should come in suddenly, as from a journey, talking of the peculiar and possibly unpleasant things she had observed.