So, for a little, we faced it once more together; and I found absolutely a degree of help in seeing it now so straight. “I appreciate,” I said, “the great decency of your not having hitherto spoken; but the time has certainly come to give me the whole thing.” She appeared to assent to this, but still only in silence; seeing which I went on: “I must have it now. Of what did she die? Come, there was something between them.”

“There was everything.”

“In spite of the difference⁠—?”

“Oh, of their rank, their condition”⁠—she brought it woefully out. “ She was a lady.”

I turned it over; I again saw. “Yes⁠—she was a lady.”

“And he so dreadfully below,” said Mrs. Grose.