But I'm not afraid of ghosts.

And I think people suffer too easily," she added.
"I don't believe you do," said Ralph, looking at her with his hands in his pockets.
"I don't think that's a fault," she answered.

"It's not absolutely necessary to suffer; we were not made for that." "You were not, certainly." "I'm not speaking of myself." And she wandered off a little.
"No, it isn't a fault," said her cousin.

"It's a merit to be strong." "Only, if you don't suffer they call you hard," Isabel remarked.
They passed out of the smaller drawing-room, into which they had returned from the gallery, and paused in the hall, at the foot of the staircase.

Here Ralph presented his companion with her bedroom candle, which he had taken from a niche.