Thatnight，afterhehadkissedhissisters，hethoughtpropertoforgeteventoshakehandswithme，butlefttheroominsilence。I—who，thoughIhadnolove，hadmuchfriendshipforhim—washurtbythemarkedomission:somuchhurtthattearsstartedtomyeyes。
“IseeyouandSt。Johnhavebeenquarrelling，Jane，”saidDiana，“duringyourwalkonthemoor。Butgoafterhim;heisnowlingeringinthepassageexpectingyou—hewillmakeitup。”
Ihavenotmuchprideundersuchcircumstances:Iwouldalwaysratherbehappythandignified;andIranafterhim—hestoodatthefootofthestairs。
“Good—night，St。John，”saidI。
“Good—night，Jane，”herepliedcalmly。