Perhaps Jenny's concern with it kept her from the perception that not Glenfernie only was changing or had changed.
Elspeth--! But Elspeth had been always a dreamer, rather silent, a listener rather than a speaker.

Jenny did not look around corners; the overt sufficed for a bustling, good-natured life.

Gilian's arrival, moreover, made for a diversion of attention.

By the time novelty subsided again into every day an altered Elspeth had so fitted into the frame of life that Jenny was unaware of alteration.
But Gilian was not Jenny.
Each of Jarvis Barrow's granddaughters had her own small bedroom.
Three nights after Gilian's home-coming she came, when the candles were out, into Elspeth's room.

It was September and, for the season, warm.