She did not like having a secret of so much importance that she could share with no one.

Then it struck her, too, that the tone of the letter was not quite what she liked; it was in some vague way different from the tone of the people she was living with.

She did not like that reiterated petition, for secrecy was weighing heavily on her heart and soul.

She waited two days before answering that letter.

She said to herself that she ought to be very pleased to receive it, and that she was pleased; yet something weighed on her mind and shadowed the perfect happiness she had expected to feel.
Then she answered him, and again, for the first time in her life, she sat with her pen in her hand, hardly knowing what to say.