Jenny fought for their spring beauty, all the more because Lady
Tyrrell was encouraging the wife to criticize the very things she
had tried to sentimentalize over with the husband; but seeing that
she was only doing harm, she proposed a brisk walk to Eleonora, who
gladly assented, though her sister made a protest about damp, and
her being a bad walker. The last things they heard was Cecil's
sigh, "It is all so shut in, wherever there is level ground, that
the bazaar would be impossible."
"I should hope so!" muttered Jenny.
"What do you mean to do about this bazaar?" asked Eleonora, as they
sped away.
"I don't know. Those things so often go off in smoke, that I don't
make up my mind till they become imminent."
"I am afraid this will go on," said Eleonora. "Camilla means it and
she always carries out her plans; I wish I saw the right line."
"About that?"
"About everything. It seems to me that there never was any one so
cut off from help and advice as I am;" then, as Joanna made some
mute sign of sympathy, "I knew you would understand; I have been
longing to be with you, for there has been no one to whom I could
speak freely since I left Rockpier.
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