"My friend? Yes, she is my friend; that's why I can't say anything to her. She is the difficulty."
"Indeed," said Jane coldly. Nothing in Miss Keating appealed to the spirit of adventurous sympathy.
"I have received so much kindness from her. She is kind."
"Evidently," said Jane.
"That makes my position so very delicate—so very disagreeable."
"I should think it would."
Miss Keating felt the antipathy in Miss Lucy's tone. "You do think it strange of me to come to you when I don't know you?"
"No, no; people are always coming to me. Perhaps because they don't know me."
"Ah, you see, you make them come."
"Indeed I don't. I try to stop them."