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"Tell her I wanted her to spend the day, and my Aunt Dorothea writ to ask her to come, and Mrs Crossland returned answer that she had too bad a catarrh, and must keep indoors for some days." "Did she to Mrs Desborough?" said Amelia, with a surprised look. "I rather wonder at that, too." "Emily, help me!" I said. "These Crosslands want to keep Hatty and me apart. There is something wrong going on.
You are a tolerably good girl, and I do not object to give you a pleasure. But it must be after she has finished her visit to the Crosslands. I could not entice her away." "I asked her how long she was going to stay there, Grandmamma, and she said she did not know." But what may happen before then?
"I saw him a little while ago," said I, wondering if he were then at the foot of the back-stairs. "What has become of the Crosslands? Have you any idea? I have not seen them here now for ever so long." "Nor have I. I do not know at all," said I, devoutly hoping that I never should see them again. "My sister is perfectly in despair. Her intended never comes to see her now.
Grandmamma has bought some more white cockades. She says Hatty has improved wonderfully; her cheeks are not so shockingly red, and she speaks better, and has more decent manners. She thinks the Crosslands have done her a great deal of good. I thought Hatty looking not at all well the last time she was here; and so grave for her almost sad.
The Crosslands have disappeared nobody knows where. But I do not think Miss Marianne Newton has broken her heart; indeed, I am not quite sure that she has one. In the afternoon, Ephraim came, and I went in a chair under his escort to Mr Raymond's house. Hatty declined to come; she seemed to have a dislike to go out of doors, further than just to take the air in the square, with Dobson behind her.
And sae lang 's he'll do that, I'm no like to quarrel wi' him, if he do ha'e a fancy for lawn sleeves and siccan rubbish, I wish him better sense, that's a'. Maybe he'll ha'e it ane o' thae days." I cannot understand Hatty as she is now. For a while after that affair with the Crosslands she was just like a drooping, broken-down flower; all her pertness, and even her brightness, completely gone.
And I am afraid the Crosslands, or somebody, have done her a great deal of bad. But somehow, Hatty is one of those people whom you cannot question unless she likes. Something inside me will not put the questions. I don't know what it is. I wish I knew everything! If I could only understand myself, I should get on better. And how am I going to understand other people?
How long do you stay with the Crosslands?" "I do not know, Cary," she answered, looking down, and playing with her fan. "Do you know that you look very far from well?" "There are mirrors in Charles Street," she replied, with a slight curl of her lip. "Hatty, are those people kind to you?" I said, thinking I had better, like Annas, take the bull by the horns. "I suppose so. They mean to be.
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