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As it chanced, she had been eagerly anticipating a visit to the theatre with Miss Merriman, who was home for a few days between cases; but something about his manner caused her to tell a white lie without hesitation. "Good," he said. "I'll call for you in my car and take you to Ethel's for dinner. Be ready at six o'clock."
And Amy thought of her present friends, and again with a little uneasy pang she put off their meeting with Ethel. For they did not seem good to her then, and the picture she found herself painting of their lives and her own appeared a bit flat and trivial in the light of Ethel's eagerness.
Before Clive made his accustomed visit to his friends at the hotel opposite, the last great potentiary had arrived who was to take part in the family Congress of Baden. In place of Ethel's flushing cheeks and bright eyes, Clive found, on entering Lady Anne Newcome's sitting-room, the parchment-covered features and the well-known hooked beak of the old Countess of Kew.
You've no idea how proud we are when you come to see us," which proved Ethel's understanding heart, for a little generous praise is a kind healer to a sore spirit. Hal looked into her eyes, with a pleased light in her own. "You are too generous, but it's nice to be thought well of by any one like you and Basil. I shall remember it when I am silly enough to be downhearted, and it will cheer me up."
So she gave Marjorie the money for the purchase, and the two girls trotted away to the little shop which was not far from the hotel. Marjorie found a square just like Ethel's, and bought it with a decidedly grownup feeling. "I don't like to sew much," she confessed to Ethel, as they walked back. "I've tried it a little, but I'd rather read or play."
True, Ethel and Captain Frazer had been good friends; but so had Ethel been good friends with many another man. The secret of that last hour of the Captain's life was buried in two hearts. Weldon could not speak of it; Ethel would not. And so, in the eyes of her friends, Ethel's experience had been sorrowful, but scarcely touched with tragedy.
I suspect Herbert isn't the only one of your acquaintances who is capable of doing as much." Her eyes followed Sylvia, who was then walking across the grass. Sylvia's movements were always graceful, and she had now a subdued, pensive air that rendered her appearance slightly pathetic. Ethel's face, however, grew quietly scornful. She knew what Sylvia's forlorn and helpless look was worth.
Amy had a brilliant mind, and she had loved study, but her mother had brought her to see that there was no money for college. "You'd better have a year or two in society, Amy. And this craze for higher education is rather middle-class." Ethel's rebellion had come when she had wanted to marry a round-faced chap who lived across the street. They had played together from childhood.
But she had her autograph as a souvenir, and she intended to work her tablecloth very neatly, so it would look as good as Ethel's. The afternoon ride was not a long one, and before four o'clock they came in sight of the tall towers of the New York buildings. The children had never approached the city in a motor car before, and were enthusiastic over the view of it. Mr.
His people were pleasant folks but lacked social background. So Ethel's romance had been nipped in the bud. The round-faced chap had married another girl. And now Amy at thirty and Ethel at twenty-five were crystallizing into something rather hard and brilliant, as Anne would perhaps crystallize if something didn't happen. The something which happened was Maxwell Sears.
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