Amelia drew back her hand—never since her life began had that gentle soul refused to believe or to answer any demonstration of good-will or affection.But she drew back her hand, and trembled all over."Why are you here, Rebecca?" she said, still looking at her solemnly with her large eyes. These glances troubled her visitor.
"She must have seen him give me the letter at the ball," Rebecca thought. "Don't be agitated, dear Amelia," she said, looking down. "I came but to see if I could—if you were well."