And she was very sure that Franklin while liking Helen as a human creature--so he liked Miss Buckston--disapproved of her as a type.

Of course, he must disapprove of her.

Didn't she contradict all the things he approved of--all the laboriousness, the earnestness, the tolerant bias towards the views and feelings of the majority?
And Althea felt, with a rather sharp satisfaction, that it would give her some pleasure to show Franklin that she differed from him; that she had other tastes than his, other needs--needs which Helen more than satisfied.
She had no opportunity that night for fathoming Helen's impressions of Franklin, and indeed felt that the task was a delicate one to undertake.
If Helen didn't volunteer them she could hardly ask for them.

Loyalty to Franklin and to the old bond between them, to say nothing of the new, made it unfit that Helen should know that her impressions of Franklin were of any weight with her friend.

But the next morning Helen did not come down to breakfast, and there was no reason why, in a stroll round the garden with Franklin afterwards, she should not be point blank; the only unfairness here was that in his opinion of Helen it would not be Helen he judged, but himself.
'How do you like her, my new friend ?' she asked.
Franklin was very willing to talk and had already clear impressions.