"Il ne faut pas sortir de son caractere."' Pamela, looking at her, admired her for the first time.

And now that there was to be no more question--apparently--of correspondence with Arthur Chicksands, her mood changed impulsively.
'Well, I'm very sorry!' she said--and then, sincerely, 'I don't know how the place will get on.' 'Thank you,' said Elizabeth.

Her look twinkled a little.

'But you don't know what I might be after if I stayed!' Pamela laughed out, and the two walked home, better friends than they had been yet, Elizabeth asking that the news of her resignation of her post might be regarded as confidential for a few days.
When they reached the house, Pamela went into the morning-room to tell her sisters of the tame ending to all their alarms, while Elizabeth hurried to the library.

She was due there at half-past ten, and she was only just in time.