Pamela became silent and pale.

All the old jealousy and misery of the autumn were alive in her once more.

She had looked forward for weeks to this meeting with Arthur Chicksands.
And for the first part of his visit she had been happy--before Elizabeth came on the scene.

Why should Elizabeth have all the homage and the attention?
She, too, was doing her best! She was drudging every day as a V.A.D., washing crockery and scrubbing floors; and this was the first afternoon off she had had for weeks.
Her limbs were dog-tired.

But Arthur Chicksands never talked to _her_--Pamela--in this tone of freedom and equality--with the whole and not the half of his mind.