It was exactly like her,--dear and ridiculous." In spite of her agitation she felt a little grotesque as she went upstairs to see Emily,--grotesque, because she was obliged to admit to herself that she had never felt so curiously excited in her life.

She felt as she supposed women did when they allowed themselves to shed tears through excitement; not that she was shedding tears, but she was "upset," that was what she called it.
As the door opened Emily rose from a chair near the fire and came slowly towards her, with an awkward but lovely smile.
Lady Maria made a quick movement forward and caught hold of both her hands.
"My good Emily," she broke forth and kissed her.

"My excellent Emily," and kissed her again.

"I am completely turned upside down.

I never heard such an insane story in my life.