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." "And I have been longing to have you. Mamma would have asked you to stay with us before, only we had the house full. Can't you come now?" "You will see that I shall not be allowed. It is of no use to think about it!" said the girl, with a sigh. "Here, let us get out of this broad path, or she may yet come after us--persuade Mrs. Charnock Poynsett it is too cold to stand about--anything to break up a tete-a-tete." Jenny saw she really was in absolute fear of pursuit; but hardly yet understood the nervous haste to turn into a not very inviting side- path, veiled by the trees, whose wet leaves were falling. "Do you mind the damp?" asked the girl, anxiously. "No, not at all; but--" "You don't know what it is never to feel free, but be like a French girl, always watched--at least whenever I am with any one I care to speak to." "Are you quite sure it is not imagination?" "O, Joanna, don't be like all the rest, blinded by her! You knew her always!" "Only from below. I am four years younger; you know dear Emily was my contemporary." "Dear Emily! I miss her more now than even at Rockpier. But you, who were her friend, and knew Camilla of old, I know you can help me as no one else can." Jenny returned a caress; and Eleonora spoke on. "You know I was only eight years old when Camilla married, and I had scarcely seen her till she came to us at Rockpier, on Lord Tyrrell's death, and then she was most delightful. I thought her like mother and sister both in one, even more tender than dear Emily. How could I have thought so for a moment? But she enchanted everybody. Clergy, ladies, and all came under the spell; and I can't get advice from any of them--even from Miss Coles--you remember her?" "Your governess? How nice she was!"