Neither of them had dreamed of this--neither of them.
What could she say to Lady Agatha?
What would Lady Agatha say to her, though it had not been her fault?
She had not dreamed that such a thing could be possible.

How could she, oh, how could she?
She was standing in the middle of her room with clasped hands.

There was a knock upon the door, and Lady Agatha herself came to her.
What had occurred?
Something.

It was to be seen in the girl's eyes, and in a certain delicate shyness in her manner.
"Something very nice has happened," she said.
"Something nice ?" repeated Emily.
Lady Agatha sat down.

The letter from Curzon Street was in her hand half unfolded.
"I have had a letter from mamma.