She announced that she had come to take dear Fanny down from her clouds and humanise her by a little gossip.

She ignored Mrs.
Pooley, since Mrs.Pooley apparently wished to be ignored.
"I want," said she, "the latest news of Anne." "If you wait, you may get it from herself." "My dear, do you suppose she'd give it me ?" "It depends," said Mrs.Eliott, "on what you want to know." "I want to know whether she's happy.

I want to know whether, by this time, she _knows_." "You can't ask her." "Of course I can't.

That's why I'm asking you." "I know nothing.

I've hardly seen her." Miss Proctor looked as if she were seeing her that moment without Fanny Eliott's help.
"Poor dear Anne." Anne Fletcher had been simply dear Anne, Mrs.Walter Majendie was poor dear Anne.
Her friends were all sorry for her.