"Caroline!"
"I do think myself a fool, Shirley, in some respects: I do despise myself. But I said I would not make you my confessor; for you cannot reciprocate foible for foible: you are not weak. How steadily you watch me now! turn aside your clear, strong, she-eagle eye: it is an insult to fix it on me thus."
"What a study of character you are! Weak, certainly; but not in the sense you think.—Come in!"
This was said in answer to a tap at the door. Miss Keeldar happened to be near it at the moment, Caroline at the other end of the room: she saw a note put into Shirley's hands, and heard the words—
"From Mr. Moore, ma'am."
"Bring; candles," said Miss Keeldar.
Caroline sat expectant.
"A communication on business," said the heiress; but when candles were brought, she neither opened nor read it. The Rector's Fanny was presently announced, and the Rector's niece went home.
