She looked up at Anne.
"And what," said she, "do you think of my little brother, on the whole ?" "I think he says a great many things he doesn't mean." "Oh, you've found that out, have you?
What else have you discovered ?" The gay question made Anne's eyelids drop like curtains on her tragedy.
"That he means a great many things he doesn't say?
Is that it ?" Majendie, becoming restive under the flicker of Edith's cheerful tongue, withdrew the arm she cherished.

Edith felt the nervousness of the movement; her glance turned from her brother's face to Anne's, rested there for a tense moment, and then veiled itself.
At that moment they both knew that Edith had abandoned her glad assumption of their happiness.

The blessings of them all were upon Nanna as she came in with the tea-tray.
Nanna was sly and shy and ceremonial in her bearing, but under it there lurked the privileged audacity of the old servant, and (as poor Majendie perceived) the secret, terrifying gaiety of the hymeneal devotee.

The faint sound of giggling on the staircase penetrated to the room.

It was evident that Nanna was preparing some horrid and tremendous rite.
She set her tray in its place by Edith's couch, and cleared a side table which she had drawn into a central and conspicuous position.