Matilda won't want to see me for a month of Sundays again.

Nor I her, for the matter of that.

Dear me, she can make herself unpleasant." Mary sat in a conscience-stricken silence during that homeward drive.
Yet Lady Anne was not angry with her--that was very obvious.

She seemed to be enjoying herself, too, judging by the smile that played about her lips.

Now and again she cast a humorous glance on Mary.