‘The abstract view of Eleanor’s character.’
‘Abstract nonsense!’ said Claude. ‘A fine demonstration of the rule of love, to go about the world slandering your sister!’
‘To go about the world! Oh! Claude, it was only Robert, one of ourselves, and Alethea, to whom I tell everything.’
‘So much the worse. I always rejoiced that you had no foolish young lady friend to make missish confidences to.’
‘She is no foolish young lady friend,’ said Lilias, indignant in her turn; ‘she is five years older than I am, and papa wishes us to be intimate with her.’
‘Then the fault is in yourself,’ said Claude. ‘You ought not to have told such things if they were true, and being utterly false—’
‘But, Claude, I cannot see that they are false.’
‘Not false, that Eleanor cared not a farthing for Harry!’ cried Claude, shaking off Lily’s arm, and stopping short.
‘Oh!—she cared, she really did care,’ said Lily, as fast as she could speak. ‘Oh! Claude, how could you think that? I told you I did not mean what really happened, only that—Eleanor is cold—not as warm as some people—she did care for him, of course she did—I know that—I believe she loved him with all her heart—but yet—I mean she did not—she went on as usual—said nothing—scarcely cried—looked the same—taught us—never—Oh! it did not make half the difference in her that it did in William.’
‘I cannot tell how she behaved at the time,’ said Claude, ‘I only know I never had any idea what a loss Harry was till I came home and saw her face. I used never to trouble myself to think whether people looked ill or well, but the change in her did strike me. She was bearing up to comfort papa, and to cheer William, and to do her duty by all of us, and you could take such noble resignation for want of feeling!’