Being blond and gregarious, they enjoyed the reputation of being pretty and affectionate.

They had thriven in the soil that had starved Elinor.
"There's a letter for you from Marian," said Mrs.McQuinch.
"Thanks," said Elinor, indifferently, putting the note into her pocket.
She liked Marian's letters, and kept them to read in her hours of solitude.
"What does she say ?" said Mrs.McQuinch.
"I have not looked," replied Elinor.
"Well," said Mrs.McQuinch, plaintively, "I wish you _would_ look.

I want to know whether she says anything about this letter from your uncle Reginald." Elinor plucked the note from her pocket, tore it open, and read it.
Suddenly she set her face to hide some emotion from her family.
"Marian wants me to go and stay with her," she said.

"They have taken a house." "Poor Marian!" said Jane.

"And will you go ?" "I will," said Elinor.