The little green lamp had been extinguished, and the room was bathed in moon-light.

Down below were the dark woodlands.

"Let me stay for a little while," Elizabeth had whispered, and then they had both remained silent.
Dinah felt perplexed and troubled by her sister's unusual emotion.
Elizabeth's strong, healthy nature was never morbid; her temperament was even and sunshiny, and a depressed mood was a rare thing with her.
Dinah's sweet serenity was vaguely disturbed, and the quiet tears gathered in her eyes.

Silence was good for both of them, she thought.
When one has lived through a great pain, and by God's grace has conquered, it is better to bury the dead past.

Elizabeth's passionate incredulity, the difficulty she felt in understanding her sister's motives, her exaggerated praise, made Dinah wince in positive pain.