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They could read out of the college prayer-books and had a fine view of the church. The congregation streamed in, the choir followed; the doors between the chapel and ante-chapel were shut, the curtains were dropped and the service began. There is no better musical service in England than that which Sunday after Sunday is conducted at St. Hilda's Chapel at Kingsdene.
Typhus fever was raging at Kingsdene at this time, and Annabel Lee had taken it in its most virulent form. Maggie also gave up hope. She accused herself of having caused her friend's death. She believed that the shock of her tidings had killed Annabel, who, already suffering from fever, had not strength to bear the agony of knowing that Hammond's love was given to Maggie.
Meanwhile Priscilla, still blind, deaf and dumb with misery, ran, rather than walked, along the road which leads to Kingsdene. The day was lovely, with little faint wafts of spring in the air; the sky was pale blue and cloudless; there was a slight hoar frost on the grass. Priscilla chose to walk on it, rather than on the dusty road; it felt crisp under her tread.
She saw at once that she had been entrapped into her present false position, and that Rosalind's real object in coming to Kingsdene was not to pay her dressmaker but to visit the Elliot-Smiths. "I can't possible stay," she said in a cold, angry voice. "I must go back to St. Benet's at once." She began to button up her waterproof as fast as Miss Elliot-Smith was unbuttoning it.
The two started forth again in the drizzling mist and fog, and presently found themselves in one of the most fashionable streets of Kingsdene and standing before a ponderous hall-door, which stood back in a portico. Rosalind rang the bell, which made a loud peal.
They have a glamor over them. We have good orchid shows sometimes at Kingsdene. I will take you to the next." The servant brought in tea, and Miss Heath placed Prissie in a comfortable chair, where she was neither oppressed by lamplight nor firelight. "A shy little soul like this will love the shade," she said to herself.
She was going out into the world to-morrow, and she was quite determined that the world should not conquer her, although she knew that she was a very poor maiden with a specially heavy load of care on her young shoulders. THE college was quite shut away in its own grounds, and only from the upper windows did the girls get a peep of the old university town of Kingsdene.
Their shrill laughter reached Prissie's ears, also their words. They complimented one another, but talked scandal of their neighbors. They called somebody who Prissie could not imagine " a certain lady," and spoke of how she was angling to get a footing in society, and how the good set at Kingsdene would certainly never have anything to do with her or hers.
You'll understand what they are worth when you know me better. Oh, by the way, will you come with me to Kingsdene on Sunday? We can go to the three o'clock service at the chapel and afterward have tea with some friends of mine the Marshalls they'd be delighted to see you." "What chapel is the service at?" inquired Priscilla. "What chapel? Is there a second?
When did she intend to go down to Kingsdene to order her easy-chairs and little Japanese tables, and rugs, and the other small but necessary articles which would be required to make her room habitable? For several days Priscilla turned these inquiries aside. She blushed, stammered, looked awkward and spoke of something else.
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