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When Mrs. Tennant walked down the street, Kathleen went to the window and looked after her. "What are you going to do this afternoon?" said Alice, who was lying back in an easy-chair with an open novel in her hand. "I don't know," replied Kathleen. "What a dull hole this is! How can you have grown up and kept well in a place like this?" "Opinions differ with regard to its dullness," said Alice.
"You're right there. The mistress isn't up for seeing visitors. And Miss Molly, she's not home she's away to Oldhampton." "But but " stammered Sara. "They're expecting me, surely? I'm Miss Tennant," she added by way of explanation. "Miss Tennant! Sakes alive!" The woman threw up her hands, staring at Sara with an almost comic expression, halting midway between bewilderment and horror.
There was no one in the hall, and she was absolutely daring enough to go out by that door. Mrs. Tennant raised her head when she heard the door gently shut. "Can that be the post?" she said; but as no one replied, she forgot the circumstance and went on with her mending. A few doors down the street Susy Hopkins was waiting for Kathleen. "Oh, there you are!" she said. "We are so excited!
"But getting into trouble for a friend doesn't make you hate that friend," said Ruth. "Well, I fail to understand her. I agree with Alice Tennant about her. A girl of that sort fascinating, handsome, dangerous works havoc in a school." "Listen, Cassie," said Ruth suddenly. "A good many people will be saying bad things about Kathleen before long, and perhaps you will be questioned.
"I really am awfully sorry, but there is no help for it. I must finish my own private affairs in my own half of the room." She retreated from the door, and the scratching of the pen continued. Alice downstairs felt like a caged lion. Mrs. Tennant admitted that Kathleen's conduct was very bad. "It won't happen again, Alice," she said, "for I shall remove the key from the lock.
I am going to be very late, so you can go on by yourself, Alice." Alice very nearly stamped her foot. She went so far as to beg and implore of Kathleen, but Kathleen was imperturbable. "You are very naughty, Kathleen," said Mrs. Tennant, but Kathleen ran up to her and kissed her. "You and I will have some fun, perhaps, this afternoon," she said.
"I am an artist," said the stranger; "my name is Peter Graham. Who are you?" "I am an artist too!" I said. "My name is Margot Tennant. I suppose you thought I was the gardener's daughter, did you?" He gave a circulating smile, finishing on my turban, and said: "To tell you the honest truth, I had no idea what you were!"
Then, as a stout woman came out of another room, she grew sedate, and stood free from her husband in case they should be supposed to be upon their honeymoon. "Good afternoon, Mr. Merrick." She knew him, then. He was no stranger here. "Mrs. Tennant.... How ... how d'you do? This.... I've brought my wife with me this time," stammered Gaga proudly. "Sally, this is Mrs. Tennant."
What am I to do about Cassandra and about Alice?" "You think a great deal about Cassandra, don't you?" "Oh, yes; she is quite a splendid girl, and she has been so very good to me." "I suppose you are quite in love with her?" "No, I don't think I am. It isn't my way to fall violently in love with girls, like some of the rest of you. But I like her; and I like Alice Tennant."
"Whom is your telegram from, dear?" asked Mrs. Tennant, coming up to her at that moment. Alice was standing in the dining-room devouring a book of Greek history. She held it close to her eyes, which were rather short-sighted. "It's from Aunt Katie O'Flynn. She has come, the darling!" said Kathleen. "She wants me to go to London to dine with her to-night.
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