This discovery laid many smaller matters open.

No doubt it had been from jealousy .-- In Jane's eyes she had been a rival; and well might any thing she could offer of assistance or regard be repulsed.

An airing in the Hartfield carriage would have been the rack, and arrowroot from the Hartfield storeroom must have been poison.

She understood it all; and as far as her mind could disengage itself from the injustice and selfishness of angry feelings, she acknowledged that Jane Fairfax would have neither elevation nor happiness beyond her desert.

But poor Harriet was such an engrossing charge! There was little sympathy to be spared for any body else.