Yet, when they met, her eyes were the only wet ones there, for she was the least happy of the three, and, though she did not know it, her spirit was somewhat broken.

Agatha, she thought, had lost the bloom of girlhood, but was bolder, stronger, and cleverer than before.

Agatha had, in fact, summoned all her self-possession to hide her shyness.

She detected the emotion of Gertrude, who at the last moment did not try to conceal it.

It would have been poured out freely in words, had Gertrude's social training taught her to express her feelings as well as it had accustomed her to dissemble them.
"Do you remember Miss Wilson ?" said Jane, as the three drove from the railway station to Brandon Beeches.