Why did not I say a great many more?
Oh, all of you who live with those that are dearer to you than they seem, tell them every day how much you love them! at the risk of _wearying_ them, tell them, I pray you: it will save you, perhaps, many after-pangs.
I think that, at this time, there are in me _two_ Nancys--Barbara's Nancy, and Roger's Nancy; the one so vexed, thwarted, and humiliated in spirit, that she feels as if she never could laugh quite heartily again; the other, so utterly and triumphantly glad, that any future tears or trials seem to her in the highest degree improbable.

And Barbara herself is on the side of this latter.

From her hopeful speech and her smiles, you would think that some good news had come to her--that she was on the eve of some long-looked-for, yet hardly-hoped prosperity.

Not that she is unnaturally or hysterically lively--an error into which many, making such an effort and struggle for self-conquest, would fall.

Barbara's mirth was never noisy, as mine and the boys' so often was.