ABSTRACT
The interest Matilda took in her friends was not of that kind, which spends itself in words. She felt the injustice, the wrongs Arbella had experienced, as her own; and wished, vainly wished, to a ord her more e ectual assistance. While she was relating to her mother, with all the earnestness and animation of youthful friendship, the peculiarly distressing circumstances in which Miss Ferrars now found herself placed, she did not notice the attentive sympathy, with which Sowerby, leaning on one end of his great knotted stick, listened to the recital; now and then striking it with vehemence against the ground, as the story proceeded, and exclaiming at times, ‘Poor thing! poor thing! it is plain she is an orphan. Is that the Miss Ferrars, Matilda, who one morning looked over the volume of Philosophical Transactions I was reading?’
