Mary was a stupid, silly little girl, and Sarah despised and scorned her, but, somehow, that was not enough; from all of this, it simply remained that Sarah would like now to forget her, and could not.

What did the silly little thing mean by looking like that?
"She'll go and hug her Alice and cry over it." If only she had cried in front of Sarah that would have been something.
Two days later Lady Charlotte was explaining to Sarah that so acute a financial crisis had arrived "as likely as not we shan't have a roof over our heads in a day or two." "We'll take an organ and a monkey," said Sarah.
"At any rate," Lady Charlotte said, "when you grow up you'll be used to anything." Mrs.Kitson, untidy, in dishevelled clothing, and great distress, was shown in.
"Dear Lady Charlotte, I must apologise--this absurd hour--but I--we--very unhappy about poor Mary.

We can't think what's the matter with her.

She's not slept for two nights--in a high fever, and cries and cries.

The Doctor--Dr.Williamson--_really_ clever--says she's unhappy about something.