Billy was very sure, now, of Arkwright.
She only wished she were as much so of Alice.

But Alice troubled her.
Not but that Alice was kindness itself to the man, either.

It was only a peculiar something almost like fear, or constraint, that Billy thought she saw in Alice's eyes, sometimes, when Arkwright made a particularly intimate appeal.

There was Calderwell, too.

He, also, worried Billy.