Mrs.Waltham had begun to put a handkerchief to her eyes.
'You mustn't take it to heart,' Adela said as she bent and kissed her cheek.

'You can't think how little it troubles me--on my own account.
Letty, I look to you to keep mother cheerful.

Only think what numbers of poor creatures would dance for joy if they had a hundred a year left them! We must be philosophers, you see.

I couldn't shed a tear if I tried ever so hard.

Good-bye, dear mother!' Mrs.Waltham did not rise, but Letty followed her friend into the hall.
She had been very silent and undemonstrative; now she embraced Adela tenderly.