Little shivers of cold began to creep over Sydney. She felt inclined to shake Mrs Dalrymple--why could she not either have held her tongue or said it out quickly without this unnecessary torture of suspense? For Eugenia was listening: there she sat, Sydney seemed to see without looking at her, in an unnatural tension of expectation, her eyes, which had somehow grown to look larger of late, fixed on the speaker. "No," said Sydney, in a weak, faint, almost querulous voice, quite unlike her own. "No, I _don't_ know her. I didn't see her when she was here." "Ah, no, by-the-bye you didn't," said Mrs Dalrymple, and something kept her from turning to Eugenia, the one who did know her cousin, as would have been natural, "I remember. But though you don't know her, you know Captain Chancellor very well. I can't tell you how surprised I was to hear of those two being really engaged. Of course it has often been spoken of, but I long ago made up my mind it would never be. I could get no satisfaction out of Roma when she was here, but I certainly didn't think it looked like it. Beauchamp Chancellor never gave me the slightest reason to expect it--rather the other way indeed. Really I don't think I ever was so surprised." "And the marriage is to take place very soon, I think you said," inquired Sydney, with the same strange sensation she had had once before of being a mere machine asking questions at her sister's bidding. "Yes, very soon, I believe," Mrs Dalrymple went on again in the same nervous, hurried manner. "Next month--about the same time as yours. I have not heard the whole particulars yet. My letter was not from Roma herself, but from Mrs Winter, a friend of mine who is staying near there just now. I must write and congratulate them both, I suppose, though--I hope they won't ask us to the marriage, however; I certainly don't want to go." There was silence for a few moments. Then both Mrs Dalrymple and Sydney were startled by the sound of Eugenia's voice. She spoke in a quiet, rather dreamy tone, as if the sense of her words was hardly realised by her--but of the peculiarity of her manner only Sydney was aware. "Will you kindly give our congratulations too, when you write, Mrs Dalrymple, please--mine especially. I saw Miss Eyrecourt several times, and we all know Captain Chancellor very well, you know." "Certainly I will, my dear Eugenia, with the greatest pleasure," replied Mrs Dalrymple, with rather injudicious empressement. A very little encouragement would have drawn out the whole of her smouldering indignation against Beauchamp and womanly fellow-feeling with Eugenia's wrongs, but without some hint from the sisters that the expression of her opinion would not be considered indelicate or intrusive, even Mrs Dalrymple felt that in this case, as in most others, the less said the better, and held her peace accordingly.