"But I don't like it, not so much of it; and so I shall make him
understand, my dear. But I don't complain. As long as he tells me
everything, I will never really complain." Perhaps it might some day be as
she desired; perhaps as a husband he would be thoroughly confidential and
communicative; perhaps when they two were one flesh he would tell her
everything about India; but as yet he certainly had not told her much.
"How had they better meet?" Amelia asked her mother.
"Oh, I don't know; anyhow; just as they like. We can't arrange anything
for her. If she had chosen to dress herself early, she might have seen him
as he came in; but it was impossible to tell her so." No arrangement was
therefore made, and as all the other ladies were in the drawing-room
before Lizzie came down, she had to give him his welcome in the midst of
the family circle. She did it very well. Perhaps she had thought of it,
and made her arrangements. When he came forward to greet her, she put her
cheek up, just a little, so that he might see that he was expected to kiss
it; but so little that should he omit to do so, there might be no visible
awkwardness.
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