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"He was shearing sheep, and could give no time to company; and when, late in the day, I drew rein at Janet's, and she said she was going to have a dance and could not look after sick folk, the pallid lips failed to return my despairing embrace; and in the terror which this brought me I went down, in the gathering twilight, into the deep valley where William raised his sheep and reckoned, day by day, the increase among his pigs.
Stay here, and I will send for Lady Janet Roy." "You can't send for her! You daren't send for her!" "I can and I dare. You have not a shadow of a proof against me. I have got the papers; I am in possession of the place; I have established myself in Lady Janet's confidence. I mean to deserve your opinion of me I will keep my dresses and my jewels and my position in the house.
"Thou liest, thou treacherous slave!" said the Countess in spite of Janet's attempts to keep her silent, in the sad foresight that her vehemence might only furnish arms against herself "thou liest," she continued. "Let me go, Janet were it the last word I have to speak, he lies.
"I don't blame it," Phyllis said, as she watched the last gleam of red fade into the clouds. Janet nodded in perfect understanding. The taxi drew up at the house at last, and Annie hurried to the side walk to help with bags. She was a servant that Miss Carter had had for many years and she was greatly excited over Janet's arrival.
My blessed grief! but I thought my time was done come. But de Lord was mighty good to me, he brought me up again Miss Janet's physic done me more good though than any thing, only it put me to sleep, and I never slept so much in my born days."
Daphne occasionally joined them, much to Janet's delight, and many were the afternoons that they had spent together in the snuggery, a room that the twins had fitted up to suit their particular tastes at the top of the house. They were on their way up to it to-day when Miss Carter heard them and came out of the drawing-room. "Late for luncheon," she chided.
"Let us go in to it, and then have prayers, and all go to bed early. Why Cousin Weston, you are getting quite dissipated in your old age; coming home to tea at this hour; I suppose I shall begin such practices next." Miss Janet's suggestion of retiring early, was followed. Phillis came in to see how Alice's head was, and recommended brown paper and vinegar.
She had a `Don't be a scab' ribbon on that's all she done! Somebody'll shoot that guy, and I wouldn't blame 'em." Anna stood beside Janet's typewriter, her face red with anger as she told the story. "And how is the woman now?" asked Janet. "In bed, with two ribs broken and a bruise on her back and a cut on her head. I got a doctor. He could hardly see her in that black place they live."...
She was not lacking in imagination of a certain sort, and Janet's remark did not fail in its purpose of summoning up a somewhat abject image of herself in wet velvet and bedraggled feathers an image suggestive of a certain hunted type of woman Lise and her kind held in peculiar horror.
Only Alicia, who had come in, as she said, to take Janet's place, insisted on being occupied. This was one of the nights dedicated by family arrangement to her betrothed, but Alicia had found pleasure in sacrificing herself, and him, to her very busy sense of duty.
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