About noon
But Elizabeth showed her nothing and gave her nothing ; moreover , when Denas spoke of the beautiful morning robe she wore , Elizabeth frowned slightly and answered with an evident disinclination to discuss the subject , `` Yes , it is beautiful . '' For though Elizabeth did not analyse the feeling , she was annoyed at even a verbal return to a time when gowns of every kind had been a consideration worth while discussing with one whose taste and skill would help to fashion them . Poverty casts only shadows on memory , and few people like to stand voluntarily again in them . About noon there was a visitor , and Elizabeth received her in another room . She made an apology to Denas , but the girl , left to herself , began to be angry with herself . She could hear Elizabeth and her caller merrily discussing the affairs of their own set , and Elizabeth had quite a different voice ; it was sympathetic , ready to break into laughter , full of confidential tones . Denas remembered this voice well .