Teddy was very friendly, but his gaze always omitted Emily. Once, when they all walked in the old, overgrown, willow-bordered lawn of the Burnley place, Ilse stumbled on the happy idea of pick-out your favourite star.
“Mine is Sirius. Lorne?”
“Antares of the Scorpion—the red star of the south,” said Halsey.
“Bellatrix of Orion,” said Emily quickly. She had never thought about Bellatrix before, but she dared not hesitate a moment before Teddy.
“I have no especial favourite—there is only one star I hate. Vega of the Lyre,” said Teddy quietly. His voice was charged with a significance which instantly made every one uncomfortable though neither Halsey nor Ilse knew why. No more was said about stars. But Emily watched alone till they faded out one by one in the dawn.

from Emily's Quest from L.M.Montgomery