But as soon as she was safely packed off, then there would be fine times, no doubt; the engagement would be announced; the presents would begin to come in; the bridesmaids would be chosen.

But she would get nothing out of it--not she; she would not be asked to be bridesmaid.

She was not genteel enough for Diana.
Diana--_Diana_!--the daughter-- Fanny's whole nature gathered itself as though for a spring upon some prey, at once tempting and exasperating.

In one short fortnight the inbred and fated antagonism between the two natures had developed itself--on Fanny's side--to the point of hatred.

In the depths of her being she knew that Diana had yearned to love her, and had not been able.