Are you still anxious about your father and Canada ?" Lady Dighton's straightforward question meant to be answered.
"Yes," Maurice said rather crossly.

"I am anxious and worried." "You can do no good by writing ?" "I seem to do harm.

Don't talk to me about it, Louisa.

Nothing but my being there could have done any good, and now it is most likely too late." She saw plainly enough the fight that was going on--impatience, eagerness, selfishness of a kind, on one side--duty and compassion on the other.

She had no scruple about seeing just as much of her cousin's humour as his looks and manner could tell her, and she perceived that at the moment it was anything but a good or heroic one.