"You look both," I said. "I wish you would come here."
"Do you wish it, Cary?" The tone now was very unlike Hatty.
"Indeed I do, Hatty," said I, warmly. "I don't half believe in those
people in Charles Street; and as to Amelia and Charlotte, I doubt if
either of them would see anything, look how you might."
"Oh, Charlotte is not to blame; thoughtlessness is her worst fault,"
said Hatty, still playing with her fan.
"And somebody is to blame? Is it Amelia?"
"I did not say so," was the answer.
"No," I said, feeling disappointed; "I cannot get you to say anything.
Hatty, I do wish you would trust me. Nobody here loves you except me."
"You did not love me much once, Cary."
"Oh, I get vexed when you tease me, that is all," said I. "But I want
you to look happier, Hatty, dear."
"I should not tease you much now, Cary."