And before long Halswood looked more cheerful than it had done for many a day. Mrs Eyrecourt's anxiety to resume the guardianship of her little daughter was not so overwhelming as to be allowed to interfere with her plans for the season. She had just taken a house in town for her usual three months, so she contented herself with "a mere glimpse" of the travellers as they passed through, expressed herself delighted with the improvement in the child's manners and appearance, and yielded without much pressing to the proposal that Floss should accompany her friends home and remain with them till the summer. "The country is much better for children certainly," said Mrs Eyrecourt. "I shall feel happier for Floss not to be so long in town. I only wish I could go down to Halswood with you myself, but it is impossible. I must be in town as much as I can now, so that dear Quin can spend his Saturdays and Sundays with me." But though Gertrude could not spare time to welcome the absentees back to Halswood, Roma could. She joined them there within a week of their arrival, and for a few pleasant days Sydney and her belongings joined them too. Poor Sydney's holidays were not many, but her busy life seemed to suit her; her fair face was as calm, her voice as sweet and even, as in her girlish days; and when she and Frank went away, back again to smoky Wareborough, they were cheered by the thought that their intercourse with Eugenia promised to be frequent and cordial. Not much private talk had passed between the sisters; Eugenia was charier of confidences, than had once been natural to her, but Sydney was satisfied. "She is much happier than I ever hoped to see her," said the younger sister to her husband. "It is not exactly the _sort_ of happiness I should long ago have imagined would have contented Eugenia; somehow, even though I feel so thankful and relieved about her, I could hardly prevent the tears coming to my eyes when I looked at her. She must have suffered so much, Frank (though outwardly things have been so prosperous with her) to be so changed." "She has had to learn her lessons like other people," said Frank, oracularly. "But isn't it wonderful how she adapts herself to her husband?" said Sydney. "He is improved, I must allow; but there _cannot_ be much sympathy between them, and Eugenia must know it." "No doubt she does, but better women than Eugenia," replied Frank, with a spice of his old antagonism, "have had to get on with less. And Chancellor's by no means a bad fellow after all; many a man would have had less patience with Eugenia's freaks and fancies than he. I always told you they'd shake into their places some day. By-the-bye, you must remind me to give that invitation to Gerald. I hope he will go, for more reasons than one." Sydney smiled. "I hope so too," she said. VOLUME THREE, CHAPTER NINE. INSUPERABLE OBSTACLES. But, Edith dead! _Too Late_.