I hate it! It is sacrifice run mad.' And Rose turned to her sister, the defiant head thrown back, a passion of manifold protest in the girlish looks.
'It is very easy, my dear, to be judge in one's own case,' replied Agnes calmly, recovering herself.

'Suppose you tell Catherine some of these home-truths ?' Rose collapsed at once.

She sat down despondently, and fell, head drooping, into a moody silence, Agnes watched her with a kind of triumph.

When it came to the point, she knew perfectly well that there was not a will among them that could measure itself with any chance of success against that lofty, but unwavering will of Catherine's.

Rose was violent, and there was much reason in her violence.