"I'm afraid they do," she murmured, "but now I won't think of them.
Easter Eve and this place are enough to banish worries."

"Our hostess contrives to have some worries here."

"Ah! dear Mary, I know; she can't help it; she has always been so very
prosperous."

"Oh, it's prosperity, is it?" asked Edmund. He had turned from the view
to look more directly at Rose.

"Yes, I know it does not have that effect on you, because you have a
happier temperament."

"But am I so very prosperous?" The tone was sad and slightly sarcastic.


"It is quite glorious: one seems to breathe in everything, don't you
know, and the smell of primroses; and it is so sweet to think that it is
Easter Eve."

Mrs. Delaport Green was coming forth on the terrace, preceded by these
words in her clear staccato voice.

"Do you think," said Rose very gently to Edmund, "that we might go down
into the wood?"

Presently Molly fell behind Lady Groombridge and Mrs. Delaport Green as
they walked along the terrace, and leant on the wall and looked at the
view by herself.