She presumed upon this affection which she felt to be so staple.

She affronted Sylvia with a delicious sense of her own power over her and an underlying affection, which had in it the protective instinct of youth which dovetailed with the protective instinct of age.
It had been planned that she was to return to New York immediately after Miss Farrel's funeral.

In fact, her ticket had been bought and her trunk packed, when a telegram arrived rather late at night.

Rose had gone to bed when Sylvia brought it up to her room.

"Don't be scared," she said, holding the yellow envelope behind her.