From an upper window Lucy saw St.Leon, and when Bridget came up for her, she asked if the parlor was well darkened.
"An' sure it's darker nor a pocket," said Bridget, "an' he couldn't see a haporth was ye twice as sorry lookin'." So bathing her face in cologne, in order to force a glow, Lucy descended to the parlor, which she found to be as dark as Bridget had said it was.

St.Leon received her very kindly, for the devotion she had the night before shown for her sister had partially counterbalanced the spitefulness he had observed in her manner when speaking of Ada at the party.

Notwithstanding Bridget's precautions, he saw, too, that she was pale and spiritless, but he attributed it to her anxiety for her sister, and this raised her in his estimation.
Lucy divined his thoughts, and in her efforts to appear amiable and agreeable, a half-hour passed quickly away.

At the end of that time she unfortunately asked, in a very sneering tone, "how long since he had seen the sewing girl ?" "If you mean Miss Harcourt," said St.Leon coolly, "I've not seen her since I left her last night at her mother's door." "You must have been in danger of upsetting if you attempted to turn round in Mrs.Harcourt's spacious yard," was Lucy's next remark.
"I did not attempt it," said St.Leon.

"I carried Miss Ada in my arms from the street to the door." The tone and manner were changed.