All was over.

Amelia did not dare to look at Rebecca's pale face and burning eyes, but she dropt the letter into her friend's lap; and got up, and went upstairs to her room, and cried her little heart out.
Blenkinsop, the housekeeper, there sought her presently with consolation, on whose shoulder Amelia wept confidentially, and relieved herself a good deal.

"Don't take on, Miss.

I didn't like to tell you.
But none of us in the house have liked her except at fust.

I sor her with my own eyes reading your Ma's letters.