She had a painful sense of separation from her dear Louise.

And it was now to be from her mother as well: she felt the pain when kissing her mother in bed.

But this was moderated by the prospect of a holiday away out of reach of Mr.Barmby's pursuing voice, whom her mother favoured: and her mother was concealing something from her; so she could not make the confidante of her mother.

Nataly had no forewarnings.

Her simple regrets filled her bosom.