In some she grew resentful toward him for forcing this upon her.

But soon she would grow repentant.

Her manner, from cool friendliness, would change in a few moments; and her eyes would grow absorbed, attentive, now to Joe and now to herself, grave, wistful, sad, and then suddenly gay--though they only talked of little things, of Susette, the beach, the city, the coming winter, household plans, his work, half spoken aspirations.

Any one watching them in these talks might have thought she was his wife.
Again came that disturbing sense of intimate relationship to her sister who was dead.

"I'm stepping into Amy's shoes." But this feeling began to be left behind.