It might be seen in the fidgety restlessness of Miss Gascoigne, whose eyes, still full of passionate fire, lent a painful youthfulness to her faded face, and in the lazy supineness of Miss Grey, who seemed never to have an opinion or a thought of her own.

This was the dark side of the picture; the bright side being that it is perfectly impossible for two women, especially single women, to live together, in friendship and harmony, for nearly twenty years, without a firm basis of moral worth existing in their characters, producing a fidelity of regard which is not only touching, but honorable to both.
They sat, one on either side the fire, in the long unbroken silence of people who are so used to one another that they feel no necessity for talking, until Miss Gascoigne spoke first, as she always did.
"I wonder what Dr.Grey meant by desiring the children to be kept out of their beds till his return.

As if I should allow it! And to order a tea-dinner! No wonder Barker looked astonished! He never knew my poor sister have anything but a proper dinner, at the proper hour; but it's just that young woman's doing.

In her position, of course she always dined at one o'clock." "Very likely," said Miss Grey, assentingly.

Dissent she never did, in any thing, from any body, least of all from Miss Gascoigne.
That lady fidgeted again, poked the fire, regarded herself in the mirror, and settled her cap--no, her head-dress, for Miss Grey always insisted that "dear Henrietta" was too young to wear caps, and admired fervently the still black--too black hair, the mystery of which was only known to Henrietta herself.
"What o'clock is it?
half-past nine, I declare.