Won't talk about her going just yet." If they could have seen a limit to that wholesale slaughter of the Nice Feelings, they might have summoned patience to avoid the desperate step to immediate relief: but they saw none.

Their father's quaint kindness and Wilfrid's treachery had fixed her there, perhaps for good.

The choice was, to let London come and see them dragged through the mire by the monstrous woman, or to seek new homes.

London, they contended, could not further be put off, and would come, especially now that the season was dying.

After all, their parting from one another was the bitterest thing to bear, and as each seemed content to endure it for the good of all, and as, properly considered, they did not bury their ambition by separating, they said farewell to the young delicious dawn of it.
By means of Fine Shades it was understood that Brookfield was to be abandoned.