"SO SENSITIVE" Adelaide was about to go in search of her brother when he came hunting her.

A good example perhaps excepted, there is no power for good equal to a bad example.

Arthur's outburst before his mother and her, and in what seemed the very presence of the dead, had been almost as potent in turning Adelaide from bitterness as the influence her father's personality, her father's character had got over her in his last illness.
And now the very sight of her brother's face, freely expressing his thoughts, since Ellen was not there to shame him, gave double force to the feelings her mother's denunciations had roused in her.

"We've got to fight it, Del," Arthur said, flinging himself down on the grass at her feet.

"I'll see Torrey to-morrow morning." Adelaide was silent.
He looked fiercely at her.