“Would you not be better for a change?”
“I might.”
“Why coop yourself up in your own room? Why deny yourself a brother's sympathy?”
The girl trembled, and tears came to her eyes.
“Is it with me you sympathize?” said she.
“Can you doubt it, Zoe?”
Zoe hung her head a moment, and did not reply. Then she made a diversion. “What are those books? Oh, I see—your mother's music-books. Nothing is too good for her.”
“Nothing in the way of music-books is too good for her. For shame! are you jealous of that unfortunate lady?”
Zoe made no reply.
She put her hands before her face, that Vizard might not see her mind.