But at present it did her harm to come in contact with Mrs Carter; it made her envious, cold to her husband, resentful against fate.
'Why can't she leave me alone ?' was the thought that rose in her mind as Edith entered.

'I shall let her see that I don't want her here.' 'Your husband at work ?' Edith asked, with a glance in the direction of the study, as soon as they had exchanged kisses and greetings.
'Yes, he is busy.' 'And you are sitting alone, as usual.

I feared you might be out; an afternoon of sunshine isn't to be neglected at this time of year.' 'Is there sunshine ?' Amy inquired coldly.
'Why, look! Do you mean to say you haven't noticed it?
What a comical person you are sometimes! I suppose you have been over head and ears in books all day.

How is Willie ?' 'Very well, thank you.' 'Mayn't I see him ?' 'If you like.' Amy stepped to the bedroom door and bade the servant bring Willie for exhibition.

Edith, who as yet had no child of her own, always showed the most flattering admiration of this infant; it was so manifestly sincere that the mother could not but be moved to a grateful friendliness whenever she listened to its expression.