But a few minutes later she went upstairs, quite steady again, and fully determined. At Elinor's door she tapped lightly, and she heard movements within. Then Elinor opened the door wide. She had been lying on her bed, and automatically after closing the door she began to smooth it. Lily felt a wave of intense pity for her.
“I wish you would go away from here, Aunt Elinor,” she said.
Elinor glanced up, without surprise.
“Where could I go?”
“If you left him definitely, you could go home.”
Elinor shook her head, dumbly, and her passivity drove Lily suddenly to desperation.
“You know what is going on,” she said, her voice strained. “You don't believe it is right; you know it is wicked. Clothe it in all the fine language in the world, Aunt Elinor, and it is still wicked. If you stay here you condone it. I won't. I am going away.”
“I wish you had never come, Lily.”
“It's too late for that,” Lily said, stonily. “But it is not too late for you to get away.”
“I shall stay,” Elinor said, with an air of finality. But Lily made one more effort.