Eleanor will feel it for some time no doubt; but she is young and will soon get over it.

I'll send her to the Drascombe-Prynnes in Paris.

And as for yourself, your terrible misfortune will be as much as you can bear.

You mustn't increase it by any worries on her behalf.
In that way I'll do my utmost to help you." "You are kindness itself, Mrs.Faversham," said I.
I bowed over the delighted lady's hand and went away, deeply moved by her charity and maternal devotion.
But perhaps in her hardness lies truth.

I have never touched Eleanor's heart.