"I won't suppose it," said Sydney; "Eugenia, you will think differently after a while. You don't realise how terrible a thing you propose; you would be the last person to bear philosophically the sort of odium that always attaches itself to a woman in the position that yours would be. I do feel for you intensely; still I cannot but think there was exaggeration in this last trouble--I mean in what Mrs Eyrecourt told you. Things may yet be happier with you. But you _must_ believe that both Frank and I are earnest in our anxiety about you. Of course Frank's being a clergyman makes him express himself very decidedly, and he may seem hard to you. He has to be so very careful, too, to avoid the least appearance of--of anything that people could say ill-natured things about." This last was an unfortunate admission. "I quite understand Frank's feelings," observed Eugenia. "I shall act with consideration for them." Her tone of voice was peculiar. Sydney could not understand it. "Then you _will_ write?" she said, timidly, "or shall Frank?" "He can do so if he likes," answered Eugenia. "But there is no mystery about what I have done. I left a note for Beauchamp, and one for Mrs Eyrecourt. I made no attempt to conceal where I was going. I only came away quietly because I did not want any discussion. I should have brought Rachel with me, but she was here already. She came to Wareborough for a holiday last week. I must let her know I am here." It all sounded as if Eugenia meant to be reasonable, but Sydney felt far from satisfied. She thought it wiser, however, to say no more at present; not to irritate her sister by attempting to extort any promises. She was rewarded by Eugenia's increased gentleness of manner. The rest of the morning passed peacefully; Eugenia seemed interested in seeing over Sydney's house, and of her own accord proposed a visit to the nursery, where it went to her sister's heart to see how she fondled and caressed her little nephew. "And she used to hate babies so," thought Sydney. "I wish Frank could see her now. Poor Eugenia!" After luncheon Sydney was obliged to go out for an hour. She was distressed at having to leave her sister, but the engagement was one which could not be deferred, and Eugenia assured her she "did not mind being left alone." "I shall not be long," said Sydney; "very likely I shall meet Frank, and we shall come back together." Eugenia kissed her as she was setting off, kissed her affectionately, and thanked her "for being so good to her." So Sydney departed in much better spirits. She did not meet Frank; her business detained her somewhat longer than she expected, an hour and a half had passed before she found herself at her own door again. "Is Mrs Chancellor in the drawing-room?" she inquired of the servant, as she went in.