Meantime she supported herself with the hope that love might some day again render her worthy of Adela's confidence.

That her friend was far above her she had always gladly confessed; she felt it more than ever now that she tried in vain to read Adela's secret thoughts.

The marriage was a mystery to her; to the last moment she had prayed that something might prevent it.

Yet, now that Adela was Mrs.Mutimer, she conscientiously put away every thought of discontent, and only wondered what high motive had dictated the choice and--for such she knew it must be--the sacrifice.
'What are you reading ?' Letty asked, sitting down on the bank at a little distance.
'It's hardly to be called reading.

I have to look out every other word.
It's a book by a man called Schaeffle, on the "Social Question."' 'Oh yes,' said the girl, hazarding a conjecture that the work had something to do with Socialism.