She rose at once.
"Will you not tell me first what is troubling you, Letty ?" said Mary.
"No, dear, not now," replied Letty, caring a good deal less about the right ordering of her way than when she entered the house.

Why should she care, she said to herself--but it was her anger speaking in her--how she behaved, when she was treated so abominably?
"Then I will come and see you on Sunday," said Mary; "and then we shall manage to have our talk." They kissed and parted--Letty unaware that she had given her friend a less warm kiss than usual.

There can hardly be a plainer proof of the lowness of our nature, until we have laid hold of the higher nature that belongs to us by birthright, than this, that even a just anger tends to make us unjust and unkind: Letty was angry with every person and thing at Thornwick, and unkind to her best friend, for whose sake in part she was angry.

With glowing cheeks, tear-filled eyes, and indignant heart she set out on her walk home.
It was a still evening, with a great cloud rising in the southwest; from which, as the sun drew near the horizon, a thin veil stretched over the sky between, and a few drops came scattering.

This was in harmony with Letty's mood.