She was shorter, slimmer, paler than her sister: of a certain babyish
prettiness. She had Mrs. Oldrieve's weak mouth and gentle ways.

"Why, Zora, who would have thought of seeing you? What are you doing in
town?"

"Getting hats and frocks--a trousseau of freedom. I've left Nunsmere. I'm
on my own."

Her eyes sparkled, her cheeks were flushed. She caught Emily to her bosom.

"Oh, darling! I'm so happy--a bird let out of a cage."

"An awful big bird," laughed Emily.

"Yes, let out of an awful small cage. I'm going to see the world, for the
first time in my life. I'm going to get out of the cold and wet--going
South--to Italy--Sicily--Egypt--anywhere."

"All by yourself?"

"There'll be Turner."

"Turner?"

"Ah, you don't know her. My new maid. But isn't it glorious? Why shouldn't
you come with me, darling? Do. Come."

"And throw up my engagement? I couldn't. I should love it, but you don't