“Do you imply that they will not be uneasy?”
“Blanche will say that it is Anne all over, and that she may be left to take care of herself. I dare say she is right.”
“Do you like the woman?” he asked abruptly.
“No catechism, Mr Wareham.”
“Miss Ravenhill described her as ‘padded glass.’”
Anne meditated, and looked amused.
“That is a clever definition, whether it is she or not. I should have thought it more likely to come from you.”
“It was all her own. Mrs Martyn seems to me rather forcedly rude than anything else.”
“She has not a bad heart,” said Anne. “Rudeness is to her mind an outward expression of honesty, but one which she does not appreciate in other people. It is astonishing what a different aspect our own virtues wear—transplanted.”
“If she is kind—” began Wareham.