Richard looked very much displeased at his brother's rudeness, and tried to make up for it by great kindness and attention.
About this time I had become aware of what were Sophie's plans for Richard.

In case he must marry (to be cured of me), he was to marry Charlotte, who was so capable, so sensible, of so good family, so much indebted to Sophie, and so decidedly averse to living in the country.
Sophie saw herself still mistress here, with, to be sure, a shortened income, and Richard and his wife spending a few weeks with her in the summer.

I do not know how far Charlotte entered into these plans.
Probably not at all, consciously; but I became aware that, as a little girl, Richard had been her hero; and he did not seem to have been displaced by any one entirely yet.

But I took a very faint interest in all this.

I should have cared, probably, if I had seen Richard devoted to her.