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"Janey, something must have happened," she whispered to her friend, who was hardening her own heart for the dreadful interview. "Something's going to happen, I'm sure," said poor Janey, apprehensively, and then she entered the august presence, alone. Margaret remained at the further end of the passage, leading to what Miss Marlett, when she spoke French, called her "boudoir."
Miss Marlett was one of those people who, fortunately for themselves, and unfortunately for persons dwelling under their roofs, never feel cold, or never know what they feel.
At last he said "Good-night," after making the superfluous remark that it would be as well to let everyone suppose that nothing unusual or unexpected had happened. In this view Miss Marlett entirely concurred, for excellent reasons of her own, and now she began to regret that she had taken Miss Harman into her counsels.
How glad Miss Marlett will be!" But by this time the astonished Barton beheld Margaret in the impassioned embrace of a very pretty and highly-excited young lady; while Mrs. St. John Deloraine, who was with her, gazed with amazement in her eyes. "Oh, my dear!" "Oh, my dear! I was walking in the park with my maid, and I met Mrs. St.
Miss Marlett turned very pale, and sat down with unexpected suddenness. "Oh, what will become of the poor girl?" she cried, "and what will become of me? It will get talked about. The parents will hear of it, and I am ruined." The unfortunate lady passed her handkerchief over her eyes, to the extreme discomfiture of Maitland.
"I was only repeating my lay, Miss Marlett," replied the maiden thus rebuked, in a tone of injured innocence "'Ho, dogs of false Tarentum," and the door closed again on Miss Marlett, who had not altogether the best of it in this affair of outposts, and could not help feeling as if "that Miss Shields" was laughing at her. "Old Cat!" the young lady went on, in a subdued whisper.
"I came here to consult you, Miss Marlett, about what is to become of the poor girl; but I do not see how the parents of the other young ladies are concerned. Death is common to all; and Margaret's father, though his life was exposed to criticism, cannot be fairly censured because he has left it And what do you mean, please, by receiving both my telegrams?
Among them was not Miss Harman, whose letters Miss Marlett always deliberately opened and read before delivering them. "Il y a une lettre pour moi, et elle va la lire," said poor Janey to her friend, who, for her part, never received any letters, save a few, at stated intervals, from Maitland.
"Vous allez perdre dix marks," remarked the schoolmistress, if incorrectly, perhaps not too severely. But perhaps it is not easy to say, off-hand, what word Miss Marlett ought to have employed for "marks." "Voici les lettres qui arrivent," whispered Janey to Margaret, as the post-bag was brought in and deposited before Miss Marlett, who opened it with a key and withdrew the contents.
"That is the very one I cannot find, though I had both on the escritoire in my own room this morning. I cannot believe anyone would touch it. I did not lock them away, not expecting to have any use for them; but I am quite sure, the last time I saw them, they were lying there." "This is very extraordinary," said Maitland. "You tell me, Miss Marlett, that you received two telegrams from me.
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