Ellen, under the influence of that old fascination which Cynthia had exerted over her temporarily in her childhood, and which had now assumed a new lease of life, would have loved to see her every day, but along with the fascination came a great timidity and fear of presuming.

She felt instinctively that the fascination was an involuntary thing on Cynthia's part.

She kept repeating to herself what she had said, that she was not sending her to Vassar because she loved her.

Strangely enough, this did not make Ellen unhappy in the least, she was quite content to do all the loving and adoring herself.

She made a sort of divinity of the older woman, and who expects a divinity to step down from her marble heights, and love and caress?
Ellen began to remember all Cynthia's ways and looks, as a scholar remembers with a view to imitation.