factorily. Fanny listened to the last sounds of his horse's feet, as he galloped down the green lane, with mingled pain and pleasure: it seemed as if they were the first notes of separation between herself and all she loved in the world; yet the idea of the aid she might thereby give supported her, and the small domestic troubles which daily increased distracted her attention: she had not courage to mention her plan to her mother, but, aware how much in future must depend on her sister, she resolved on telling her. Child as she was, Edith proved worthy of the care that had been bestowed upon her, and the confidence now reposed.
They were taking their favourite walk in a small oak coppice near, when Fanny called her attentention from the wild flowers, which she was gathering, and told her of their future plans. At first it was too much for Edith's philosophy, she listened in pale dismay, and then, dashing herself down on the grass, gave way to a passionate burst of crying; all Fanny could do was to raise her head, and cry oo.
