'You must help me to arrange it with Miss Manisty.

It might be to-morrow--it would be easy to find some excuse.' Eleanor looked at her with a convulsed face.
'That would help nothing,' she said--'nothing! He would guess what I had done.' Lucy was silent a moment.

Then she broke out piteously.
'What can I do ?' 'What claim have I that you should do anything ?' said Eleanor despairingly.
'I don't know what I wanted, when I began this scene.' She moved on, her eyes bent upon the ground--Lucy beside her.
The girl had drawn Mrs.Burgoyne's arm through her own.

The tears were on her cheek, but she was thinking, and quite calm.
'I believe,' she said at last, in a voice that was almost steady--'that all your fears are quite, quite vain.

Mr.Manisty feels for me nothing but a little kindness--he could feel nothing else.