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I have seen Miss Merton, and she says you are to make yourself happy. She asked Miss Heath's permission for you both to be absent from dinner to-day." "She did? I never heard of anything so outrageous. I won't stay. I shall go away at once." "Had you not better just think calmly over it? If you return to St. Benet's without Miss Merton, you will get her into a scrape."
The knight was out; probably, or rather certainly, not yet returned from his counting-house in St. Benet's Sherehog. So, perforce, our hero could only have an audience with his lady. The same glossing over of unpalatable truths the same quiet-breathing counsel the same tranquil sort of hopefulness fully satisfied the lover that his cause was gained. How could he think otherwise?
There are other churches of considerable interest, but for a description of them it is unfortunately impossible to find space. Foremost in point of antiquity comes St. Benedict's, or St Benet's, possessing a tower belonging to pre-Conquest times, and the only structural relic of the Saxon town now in existence.
Benet's was at half-past six, and Prissie reflected with a great sensation of thankfulness that Rosalind and she must go back in good time for this meal, as it was one of the rules of the college that no girl should absent herself from late dinner without getting permission from the principal.
I dare say they are like other girls; a little bit of learning and a great deal of dress, eh?" Priscilla colored. "There are all sorts of girls at St. Benet's," she said after a pause. "Some are real students, earnest, devoted to their work." "Have you earned any money yet, Prissie?" exclaimed Hattie.
We are due at St. Benet's now. We ought to be going back at once." Rosalind Merton's only answer was to slip off her waterproof cloak and stand arrayed in a fascinating toilet of silk and lace a little too dressy, perhaps, even for an afternoon party at Kingsdene, but vastly becoming to its small wearer. Priscilla opened her eyes wide as she gazed at her companion.
"Dear Meg," she said caressingly, "you're the noblest, and the sweetest, and the most beautiful girl at St. Benet's! Why can't you live up to your true self?" "There are two selfs in me," replied Maggie. "And if one even approaches the faintest semblance of angel-hood, the other is black as pitch. There, it only wastes time to talk the thing over. I'm in for the sort of scrape I hate most.
You know you are far and away the most lovable and bewitching, and the the very best girl at St. Benet's." "No, dear little Nance, you are quite mistaken. Perhaps I'm bewitching I suppose to a certain extent I am, for people always tell me so but I'm not lovable and I'm not good. There, my dear, do let us turn from that uninteresting person Maggie Oliphant.
Benet's not to allow such a proceeding to occur again and would say nothing further on the matter. Prissie's eyes again filled with tears as she read the carefully worded note. Holding it open in her hand she rushed to Maggie's room and knocked.
Hayes had but a small respect for the roses and lilies of mere beauty. Mind was always more to him than matter. Some of the girls at St. Benet's, who thought very little of poor Priscilla, would have felt no small surprise had they known the high regard and even admiration this good man felt for her. "I am glad you have called, Prissie," he said. "I was disappointed in not seeing you to-day.
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