Sorely had this arrangement jarred upon the pride of the Leaf family; yet it was inevitable.

But no personal favors would the other two sisters have accepted from Mr.Ascott, even had he offered them--which he did not--save a dress each for the marriage, and a card for the marriage breakfast, which, he also arranged, was to take place at a hotel.
So, in spite of the expected wedding, there was little change in the dull life that went on at No.15.Its only brightness was when Miss Hilary came home from Saturday to Monday.

And in those brief glimpses, when, as was natural, she on her side, and they on theirs, put on their best face, so to speak, each trying to hide from the other any special care, it so fell out that Miss Hilary never discovered a thing which, week by week, Elizabeth resolved to speak to her about, and yet never could.

For it was not her own affair; it seemed like presumptuously middling in the affairs of the family.
Above all, it involved the necessity of something which looked like tale-bearing and backbiting of a person she disliked, and there was in Elizabeth--servant as she was--an instinctive chivalrous honor which made her especially anxious to be just to her enemies.
Enemy, however, is a large word to use; and yet day by day her feelings grew more bitter toward the person concerned--namely.

Mr.
Ascott Leaf.