Mrs. Bentley's calm, statuesque face, whereon no trace of envy appeared,
caught Hubert's attention as he gathered up the reins, and he thought how
her altruism contrasted with the passionate egotism of the young girl.

'I hope Julia was not disappointed. I know she wanted to come; but----'

'But what?'

'Well, no one likes Julia more than I do, and I don't want to say anything
against her; but, having lived so long with her, I see her faults better
than you can. She is horribly selfish! It never occurs to her to think of
me.'

Hubert did not answer, and Emily looked at him inquiringly. At last she
said, 'I suppose you don't think so?'

'Well, Emily, since you ask me, I must say that I think she took it very
good-humouredly. You said you were ill, and it was all arranged that I
should drive her to the meet; then you suddenly interposed, and said you
wanted to go; and the moment you mentioned your desire to go, she gave way
without a word. I really don't know what more you want.'

'You don't know Julia. You cannot read her face. She never forgets
anything, and is storing it up, and will pay me out for it sooner or
later.'

'My dear Emily, how can you say such things? I never heard---- She is
always ready to sacrifice herself for you.'