She had new lines on her forehead between the eyebrows.

Emily had tried in vain to rouse and cheer her with sympathetic feminine talk.

There were days when she felt that for some reason Hester did not care to see her.
She felt it this afternoon, and not being herself at the high-water mark of cheerfulness, she was conscious of a certain degree of discouragement.

She had liked her so much, she had wanted to be friends with her and to make her life an easier thing, and yet she appeared somehow to have failed.

It was because she was so far from being a clever woman.