If I enter a room pre-occupied by them, Sophia sits silent over her work, with a look of injury on her face; and Julius walks about, and kicks the stools out of his way, and simply 'looks' me out of their presence." After such an expulsion one morning, she put on her bonnet and mantle, and went into the park.

She was hot and trembling with anger, and her eyes were misty with tears.

In the main walk she met Harry.

He was smoking, and pacing slowly up and down under the bare branches of the oaks.

For a moment he also seemed annoyed at her intrusion on his solitude; but the next one he had tucked her arm through his own, and was looking with brotherly sympathy into her flushed and troubled face.
This morning Charlotte felt it to be a great comfort to complain to him, to even cry a little over the breaking of the family bond, and the loss of her sister's affection.
"I have always been so proud of Sophia, always given up to her in every thing.