She became her disciple.

She began to move like Cynthia, and to speak like her, though she did not know it.

Her imitation was totally unconscious; indeed, it was hardly to be called imitation; it was rather the following out of the leading of that image of Cynthia which was always present before her mind.

Ellen saw Cynthia very seldom.

Once or twice she arrayed herself in her best and made a formal call of gratitude, and once Fanny went with her.