You see how
complicated were the miseries of the situation; one torment
involved another, and in every quarter subjects of discontent
were multiplied.
Mrs Carter would have taken it ill had she known that Amy did not
regard her as strictly an intimate. They addressed each other by
their Christian names, and conversed without ceremony; but Amy
was always dissatisfied when the well-dressed young woman burst
with laughter and animated talk into this abode of concealed
poverty. Edith was not the kind of person with whom one can
quarrel; she had a kind heart, and was never disagreeably
pretentious. Had circumstances allowed it, Amy would have given
frank welcome to such friendship; she would have been glad to
accept as many invitations as Edith chose to offer. But at
present it did her harm to come in contact with Mrs Carter; it
made her envious, cold to her husband, resentful against fate.
'Why can't she leave me alone?' was the thought that rose in her
mind as Edith entered. 'I shall let her see that I don't want her
here.'
'Your husband at work?' Edith asked, with a glance in the
direction of the study, as soon as they had exchanged kisses and
greetings.
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