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A minute later Aneta Lysle was running down the corridor in the direction of the bedroom occupied by Maggie Howland. It was some distance from her own room. She knocked at the door. She guessed somehow that Maggie would be still up. Maggie said, "Come in," and Aneta entered. Maggie was in a white dressing-gown, with her thick, handsome hair falling below her waist.
Ward, and he's not a bit ashamed of being being well, what he is an honorable tradesman a grocer." "But perhaps you are aware," said Lady Lysle, "that the daughters of grocers I mean tradesmen are not admitted to Aylmer House." Mrs. Martin turned her frightened eyes on the lady. "Maggie isn't the real daughter of a tradesman," she said then. "She is only the stepdaughter. Her own father was"
If you and your husband come to Aylmer House there will be no help, for Maggie will certainly have to leave the school." "Of course, and the sooner the better," said Lady Lysle. "But if you will help us, and prevent your husband from coming to our school to-morrow, there is no reason whatever why she shouldn't stay at the school. Even her expenses can be paid from quite another source." Mrs.
"Oh my dear child, where?" "To Clapham, auntie." "Clapham! I never stopped at Clapham in my life. I have driven through the place, it is true." "Well, we'll stop there to-day," said Aneta, "at Laburnum Villa, Clapham. I want to see Mrs. Martin, Maggie's mother." "Oh, dear child," said Lady Lysle, "you mean Miss Howland when you speak of Maggie?
"I don't know what to say." "Let me present a picture to you," continued Maggie. "There are two girls; they are not equally equipped for the battle of life. I say nothing of injustice in the matter; I only state a fact. One of them is rich and highly born, and endowed with remarkable beauty of face. That girl is your own cousin, Aneta Lysle.
I learned all that Sylvia had been taught on the subject of the male animal; I opened that amazing unwritten volume of woman traditions, the maxims of Lady Dee Lysle. Sylvia's maternal great-aunt had been a great lady out of a great age, and incidentally a grim and grizzled veteran of the sex-war.
She loved all her girls, and they all loved her; but it was impossible for her not to like some girls more than others, and of all the girls at present at her school Aneta Lysle was the one she really loved best. There was also, it is sad to relate, a girl there whom she did not love, and that girl was Maggie Howland.
"Of course I know the Tristrams, but who was the girl who was with them?" "A special friend of theirs, a Miss Howland. She has been their school companion abroad. She is staying with them at the rectory. Why, what is the matter, Lady Lysle? Do you know anything about her?" "I don't know her," said Lady Lysle, "but I know a little bit about her mother.
"Well, the fact is, when my cousin, Lucia Lysle, was here yesterday she spoke very strongly to me on the subject of the girls' education, and urged me to do what I knew you would never for a moment consent to." "And what is that?" asked Mr. Gardew. "I seem to be an awful bugbear in this business." "No, dear, no. I quite understand your scruples, and and respect them.
I don't want him to go to that school to-morrow; but I thought it right to let Maggie know he was coming, for, all the same, go he will. When James puts his foot down he is a very determined man." "This is altogether a most unpleasant interview," said Lady Lysle, "and I have only come here at my niece's request. Perhaps, Aneta, we can go now." "Not yet, auntie darling. Mrs.
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