Anderson was therefore--most unreasonably and presumptuously--in love with Elizabeth; and as to Elizabeth, the indications here also were not lost upon Philip.

It was all very amazing, and he wished, to use his phrase to his mother, that it would "work off." But whether or no, he could not do without Anderson--if Anderson was to be had.

He threw him and Elizabeth together, recklessly; trusting to Anderson's word, and unable to resist his own craving for comfort and distraction.
The days passed on, days so charged with feeling for Elizabeth that they could only be met at all by a kind of resolute stillness and self-control.

Philip was very dependent on the gossip his mother and sister brought him from the world outside.

Elizabeth therefore, to please him, went into society as usual, and forgot her heartaches, for her brother and for herself, as best she could.