He had often asked himself whether he would wish to be loved as Mrs.Sarratt evidently loved her husband; whether he could possibly meet such a claim upon his own sensibility.

But to-day he thought he could meet it; to-day he thought it would be agreeable.
Nelly had not told Marsworth however that one reason for which she liked the rain was that it had temporarily put an end to the sketching lessons.

Nor could she have added that this new distaste in her, as compared with the happy stir of fresh or quickened perception, which had been the result of his early teaching, was connected, not only with Sir William--but with Bridget--her sister Bridget.
But the truth was that something in Bridget's manner, very soon after the Carton visit, had begun to perplex and worry the younger sister.

Why was Bridget always insisting on the lessons ?--always ready to scold Nelly if one was missed--and always practising airs and graces with Sir William that she wasted on no one else?
Why was she so frequently away on the days when Sir William was expected?
Nelly had only just begun to notice it, and to fall back instinctively on Miss Martin's company whenever it could be had.

She hated her own vague annoyance with Bridget's behaviour, just because she could not pour herself out to George about it.