Dusk had come on, and they could not see each other well.

She asked him to light the lamp, and his back was toward her while he did it, wondering a little at her request.
When he turned, her hands rose like cowards to hide her head, but she pulled them down.

"Do you not see ?" she said.
"I see that you have done something to your hair," he answered, "I liked it best the other way." Most people would have liked it best the other way.

There was still a good deal of it, but the "bun" in which it ended had gone strangely small.

"The rest was false," said Miss Ailie, with a painful effort; "at least, it is my own, but it came out when--when Kitty died." She stopped, but he was silent.