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Then, seeing a sudden look of protest in Janetta's face, he added quickly "You don't like that?" "It is nothing," said Janetta, looking down. "Is it to me or to my brother that you object?" He smiled as he spoke, but, a little to his surprise, Janetta kept silence, and did not smile.
Joe, the eldest boy, a dusty lad of fourteen, all legs and arms, favored her with a broad grin expressive of delight, which his sister did not understand. It was Tiny, the most gentle and delicate of the tribe, who let in a little light on the subject. "Did they send you away from school for being naughty?" she asked, with a grave look into Janetta's face.
Colwyn strayed in and out of the room with the expression of a dog that has lost its master. Georgie hung upon Janetta's arm, and the younger children either clung to their elder sister, or stared at her with round eyes and their fingers in their mouths. Janetta felt uncomfortably conscious of being more than usually interesting to them all.
"And you won't speak to anybody else about it, will you?" said Nora, rather relieved by this respite, and hoping to elude Janetta's vigilance still. "I shall promise nothing," Janetta answered. "I must think about it." She turned to leave the room, but was arrested by a burst of sobbing and a piteous appeal. "You are very unkind, Janetta. I thought that you would have sympathized."
At last he conducted her to the dark little drawing-room where the mistress of the house usually sat, and here Janetta was received by the pale, grey-haired woman whom she had seen fainting on the Beaminster road. It was curious to notice the agitation of this elderly lady on Janetta's appearance.
"She is very handsome," said Lady Caroline, quietly, "but difficult to get on with. She is the proudest woman I ever knew." The servants were out of the room, or she would not have said so much. But it was just as well to let this presuming girl know what she might expect from Sir Philip's mother if she had any designs upon him. Unfortunately her intended warning fell unheeded upon Janetta's ear.
Janetta's face lighted up. "I have just seen Mrs. Brand and your brother," she said, offering him her hand. "And, oh, Janetta!" cried Nora at once, "do tell us what happened. Have you left the little boy at Brand Hall? And is it really Mr. Brand's little boy?" "Yes, it is, and I have left him with his father," said Janetta, gravely.
Janetta's cheeks crimsoned, but she did not reply. Loyal as she was to her friend, she felt that there was not much to be said for her at that moment. "You are a good friend," said her father, in a half-teasing, half-affectionate tone. "You don't like me to say anything bad of her, do you? Well, my dear, for your comfort I must tell you that she did her best to-day to make up for past omissions.
"Mother, this is Margaret Adair," said Wyvis, as quietly as if his mother knew all that was involved in that very simple formula. He was still holding the girl by the hand and gazing in his former rapt manner into her face. It was not the look of a lover, to Janetta's eye, half so much as the worship of a saint.
He was her cousin, and she might surely perhaps ask him what he meant by putting Margaret in such a false position! Oh, but she could not presume to do that. What would he think of her? And yet and yet the look with which he had regarded Margaret seemed to be stamped indelibly upon Janetta's faithful, aching heart.
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