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Now, come, Aneta; we must not keep Mrs. Ward any longer." When her visitors had left her Mrs. Ward still remained in the pleasant drawing-room. She sank into a low chair, folded her hands in her lap, and remained very still. Although she was only thirty-five years of age, she had been a widow for over ten years.
I could, I believe, have won Merry Cardew to my side, but I am not going to do so." "It would be very unwise of you," said Aneta in a low tone. "Very well, Maggie," she added after a pause, "if you won't give up being queen in the minds of a certain number of girls, I must, of course, continue my influence on the other side. It's a great pity, for we might all work together."
"Good-night, Merry dear," said Maggie as Merry was walking towards the door. Then she added, in a semi-whisper which Merry did not catch, "And good-bye, Merry dear; we shall never meet again." Merry left the room, feeling full of apprehension. She thought for a minute as she stood outside. Then she went and knocked at Aneta's door. "Aneta, may I come in?" "Of course, dear.
She might at last gain a true influence over the girl. Her walk, therefore, with Mademoiselle Laplage took place almost in silence. They hastily executed their commissions, and presently found themselves in Pearce's shop, where Aneta had taken a brooch a day or two ago to have a pin put on.
Maggie found herself coloring, and a resentful feeling awoke in her heart. She could not dare to oppose Aneta; and yet and yet she was determined at any cost to keep the love of Merry Cardew for herself. Meanwhile Merry, who was equally delighted to find herself by Maggie's side, began to talk to her in a low tone.
"But it make so cold!" said mademoiselle, who knew very little of the English tongue, "and behold zee fog! I have such fear of it. It is not to joke when it fogs in your country, ma chère. Il faute bien dépêcher." "I shall be quite ready to come back with you in a minute or two," said Aneta. Just then the man who had bought the brooch from Maggie appeared.
"Well, the beginning of the way is a little hard," said Aneta. "Come now, at once, straight to Mrs. Ward, and tell her every single thing." "She will expel me if I do," said Maggie. "That I know she will not. She is too true and dear and kind. Besides, I will stay with you all the time while you are telling her. Come, quick. You can get your confession over in a very few minutes."
When the girls retired to their own rooms that night, Cicely and Merry met for a brief moment. "How funny of Aneta not to like Maggie!" said Merry. "Well, if I were you, Merry," said Cicely, "I wouldn't talk about it. I suppose Aneta is prejudiced." "Yes," said Merry; "but against Maggie, of all people! Well, I, for my part, will never give her up."
Before she went to bed that night Aneta told Maggie that she was by no means a penniless girl, and that if she would consent to having her father's treasures sold she would have sufficient money to be well educated, and have a nice nest-egg in the future to start in any profession she fancied.
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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