Nelly had the piteous sense that everyone was sorry for her--Mrs.Weston, the kind landlady, Milly, the little housemaid.

It seemed to her sometimes that the mere strangers she met in the road knew that George was going, and looked at her compassionately.
The last day came, showery in the morning, and clearing to a glorious evening, with all the new leaf and growing hayfields freshened by rain, and all the streams brimming.

Bridget came over in the afternoon, and as she watched her sister's face, became almost kind, almost sympathetic.
George proposed to walk back part of the way to Ambleside with his sister-in-law, and Nelly with a little frown of alarm watched them go.
But the tete-a-tete was not disagreeable to either.

Bridget was taken aback, to begin with, by some very liberal proposals of Sarratt's on the subject of her and Nelly's joint expenses during his absence.

She was to be Nelly's guest--they both wished it--and he said kindly that he quite understood Nelly's marriage had made a difference to her, and he hoped she would let them make it up to her, as far and as soon as they could.