'Have you seen Josephine lately?'
'Yes.'
'Didn't she seem like herself?'
'Extremely like herself.'
'So she did when I saw her. And her house,did you see her house?it was so nicely arranged and so pretty; and I thought she was so happy'
'I never thought that,' said Wych Hazel.
'I did. I thought she had got what she wanted; we all thought so.
Nobody married this year had a better establishment than
Josephine; not one.'
'She got what she married for,' said Hazel; 'but Josephine's "wants" were larger than that.'
'Were they?' said Annabella drearily. 'I didn't know it. I don't see how they could be.'
Ironical words rose to Wych Hazel's lips; but she sent them back. Somehow her own height of happiness made her strangely tender and humble even towards such fallacy as this.