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But you know, grandfather has lost some more money. He heard about it two nights ago, and that made me make up my mind. Of course I love you, Cassie. I have loved you ever since I came to the school. You have been so very, very kind to me. But had I the choice I would have stayed with Kathleen." "Well, it is all a mystery to me," said Cassandra. "I don't like Kathleen; I will frankly say so.
"I heard of her yesterday, but have not had an opportunity to form any estimate of her character," continued Cassandra. "I should prefer that you did not call me Cassie, if you please, Kate. I will watch her and find out if I agree with you. I only noticed yesterday that she is remarkably pretty. I will ask her to walk home with me to-day and have tea. I should like to introduce her to mother."
"Begin here," Cassie prompted her assistant, and Johnnie, stopping, offered her tray of cups. Gray's indignant glance went from the girl herself to his hostess. What foolery was this? Why should Johnnie Consadine dress herself as a servant and wait on Lydia Sessions's guests?
Clara Sawyer, a fair-haired little girl about fourteen, with a heavy fringe right down to her eyebrows, completed the trio. They glanced at Cassandra, and then nodded to one another and joked and laughed. "I have no doubt," said Kate, "that Cassie will take her up." She said the word "Cassie" in a loud voice. Cassandra heard her, but she took not the slightest notice.
Then it came out about the dance that Derwent and his daughter were to give the following night. "Frank and me have been arranging the cotillon," said Cassie, and then she turned pink to her ears at having called him by his first name before all those people. "I mean Mr. Rignold," she added, amid everyone's laughter and her own desperate confusion.
"You say that now," she exclaimed, "but my words will come back to you in Injya when you grow tired of her ladyship's coldness and disdain; and I'm silly enough to think you'll find them a comfort to you out there, with nothing to do but to think and think, and be miserable." The next day he found Cassie in a more cheerful humour and excited about the dance.
However, it seemed to impress the coroner, and he made notes as he dismissed the witness. Cassie Weldon added one bit of new information. She said, though with evident reluctance, that she had caught a mere glimpse of somebody running upstairs, just before the waiter had come to call for help. Cassie had not wanted to testify at all.
"The Love-Talker. Old Cassie used to tell us about him, when I was an 'incurable. He's a faery youth who comes on May Eve in the guise of some well-appearing young man and beguiles a maid back with him into faeryland. He's a very ardent wooer so Cassie said and there's no maid living who can resist him." "Wish I'd had a course with him," muttered the House Surgeon under his breath.
Henry's soft nature was naturally affectionate, but there had been little opportunity in his life for a display of affection. His mother was not even a memory to him, for she had died while he was still a baby. Old Cassie Arnott had nursed him, but Cassie, at an age when it seemed impossible for her to feel any emotion for men, had suddenly married and had gone off to Belfast.
The girls all stopped talking, and gazed up at Cassandra with astonishment in their faces. "I have overheard you," said Miss Weldon calmly. "I presume you are alluding to Miss Craven?" "We are talking about Ruth Craven," said Kate Rourke; "and you will excuse me, Cassie, but I never saw a girl more chock-full of pride. She is so conceited that she is intolerable."
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