How in the world, with so much of a remedy, comes there to remain so much of what was to be obviated ?" But she saved herself in time, conscious above all that she was in presence of still deeper things than she had yet dared to fear, that there was "more in it" than any admission she had made represented--and she had held herself familiar with admissions: so that, not to seem to understand where she couldn't accept, and not to seem to accept where she couldn't approve, and could still less, with precipitation, advise, she invoked the mere appearance of casting no weight whatever into the scales of her young friend's consistency.

The only thing was that, as she was quickly enough to feel, she invoked it rather to excess.

It brought her, her invocation, too abruptly to her feet.

She brushed away everything.

"I can't conceive, my dear, what you're talking about!" Charlotte promptly rose then, as might be, to meet it, and her colour, for the first time, perceptibly heightened.