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"Oh, come into the light do," said Merry, "and let's see you! We've heard so very much of you lately, and we want to look at your darling face again." "And I want to look at you both," said Aneta in her affectionate manner. The servants had conveyed Miss Lysle's luggage into the house, and now the three girls, with their arms twined round each other, entered the same big drawing-room where Mr.
Such words to come from Aneta Lysle's lips! Maggie felt subjugated. She allowed her rival queen to undress her, and presently the two girls were lying side by side in the little bed. Maggie dropped off into heavy slumber. Aneta lay awake. It was early morning when Aneta touched her companion. "Maggie, I have been thinking hard all night, and I am going to do something." "You! What can you do?
She hopes that the whole school will be present, and writes in the names of her own subjects as well as of herself. "P.S. Mrs. Ward has most kindly promised to attend." This letter was subjected to the approval of the group of girls who surrounded Maggie. It was then addressed to "Queen Aneta," and Kathleen crossed the room with it and dropped it, there and then, into Aneta Lysle's lap.
"I know you now as you really are eaten up with pride of birth, and with no sympathy at all for girls a trifle poorer than yourself." "You speak with cruelty, and I am sorry." To Aneta's astonishment, Maggie's face underwent a queer change. It puckered up in an alarming manner, and the next moment the girl burst into tears. The sight of Maggie's tears immediately changed Aneta Lysle's attitude.
Merry had a pretty profile, with the short upper-lip and the graceful appearance of a very high-bred girl. "Do you," said Maggie after a pause, "happen to know Aneta Lysle?" "Why, of course," said Merry. "Do you mean Lady Lysle's niece?" "Yes," replied Maggie. "I don't know her well, but she has stayed here once or twice. Is she a friend of yours, Maggie?"
I will go to see her. Yes, but she won't be in; that alone will clinch the matter. But first I will pay a visit to Lucia Lysle; she said she would be in London she told my dear wife so. But Lucia is so erratic, it is most improbable that she either will be at home." Mr. Cardew drove first of all to Lady Lysle's house in Hans Place.
He was really weak when he got up, and pretended to be weaker, but the lines of acute self-control had left Mrs. Lysle's face, the suffering had gone from her eyes, the day the noble O'Keefe took his first solid meal in her presence. Even the major never discovered that worthy bit of deception.
"Aneta Lysle is one of the girls at Aylmer House. She is Lady Lysle's niece; and well you know I am tolerant enough, but I can't bear Aneta Lysle." Molly and Isabel were silent for a minute. "If you can't bear her," said Isabel, "then I don't suppose we'll like her either when we go to the school." "Oh yes, you will; you'll adore her sure to.
As I have just said, nothing will probably come of this; but I will go and see the lady just to satisfy myself." "Aneta will be delighted if you do send the girls to Aylmer House," was Lady Lysle's last word. She laughed as she spoke, and Mr. Cardew found himself turning rather red. He left her, called a hansom, and got into it.
He asked if she was within, and, very much to his annoyance, the servant replied in the affirmative. He entered Lady Lysle's drawing-room feeling rather silly. The first person he saw there was a tall, slim, lovely girl, whom he did not recognize at first, but who knew him and ran up to him and introduced herself as Aneta. "Why, my dear," he said, "how are you? How you have grown!"
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