mates

One of their company, an old man, said, “Let us cease lamenting, my mates, for, as it seems to me, sorrow is always the twin sister of joy; and it was only to be looked for that we, who just now were over-rejoiced, should next have something to make us sad.”

Anne stood among them, bright eyed and animated as they; but Matthew suddenly became conscious that there was something about her different from her mates.