"Not always."
"You're going to Wildfell Hall, aren't you?"
"What makes you think so?"
"Because you look as if you were—but I wish you wouldn't go so often."
"Nonsense child! I don't go once in six weeks—what do you mean?"
"Well, but if I were you, I wouldn't have so much to do with Mrs. Graham."
"Why Rose, are you, too, giving in to the prevailing opinion?"
"No," returned she, hesitatingly—"but I've heard so much about her lately, both at the Wilsons and the vicarage;—and besides, mamma says, if she were a proper person, she would not be living there by herself—and don't you remember last winter, Gilbert, all that about the false name to the picture; and how she explained it—saying she had friends or acquaintances from whom she wished her present residence to be concealed, and that she was afraid of their tracing her out;—and then, how
