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Chapter 1-2
"You say your husband's ill? He felt too ill to come?" "No, my dear—I think not. If he had been too ill I wouldn't have left him." "And yet Maggie was worried?" Mrs. Assingham asked. "She worries, you know, easily. She's afraid of influenza—of which he has had, at different times, though never with the least gravity, several attacks." "But you're not afraid of it?" Charlotte had for a moment a pause; it had continued to come to her that really to have her case "out," as they said, with the person in the world to whom her most intimate difficulties had oftenest referred themselves, would help her, on the whole, more than hinder; and under that feeling all her opportunity, with nothing kept back; with a thing or two perhaps even thrust forward, seemed temptingly to open. Besides, didn't
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