If Uncle Lawrence had seen her at the moment he would have thought of Jacob's ladder and the angels ascending and descending.
"Good-by, May!" said Fanny, going up to her sister, taking her face between her hands and kissing her lips.
The sisters looked at each other, each inexplicably conscious that it was not an ordinary farewell.
"Good-by, darling!" said Fanny, kissing her again, and still holding her young, lovely face.
Touched and surprised by the unwonted tenderness of her sister's manner, May threw her arms around her neck and burst into tears.
"Oh! Fanny." Fanny did not disengage the arms that clung about her, nor raise the young head that rested upon her shoulder.

Perhaps she felt that somehow it was a benediction.
May raised her head at length, kissed Fanny gently upon the lips, smoothed her black hair for a moment with her delicate hand, half smiled through her tears as she thought that after this indication of affection she should have such a pleasant intercourse with her sister, and then pushed her softly away, saying, "Mr.Dinks is waiting for you, Fanny." Fanny said nothing, but drew her veil over her face, and Mr.Dinks handed her into the carriage..