"She is different; more self-willed, more self-centred.

Besides, her touch has altered.

She doesn't seem to love me as she did--not in the same way." "But she could never do anything else but love you," he interrupted quickly, speaking for himself as well as Lucy, his voice vibrating under his emotions.

It was all he could do to keep his hands from her own; her sending for him alone restrained him.
"I know that, but it is not in the old way.

It used to be 'Sister, darling, don't tire yourself,' or 'Sister, dear, let me go upstairs for you,' or 'Cuddle close here, and let us talk it all out together.' There is no more of that.