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"Our special friends the Tristrams, the rector's daughters, and a friend of theirs, a Miss Howland, are coming up the avenue." "Certainly, my dear," said Lady Lysle; and Cicely and Merry were off down the avenue like arrows from the bow to meet their friends. Lady Lysle watched the two girls, and then turned to speak to Mrs. Cardew. "What name was that I heard Cicely say?" was her remark.
"Loaf, I think," said Aneta. "Will you kindly send everything within the next day or two to Eaton Square, 16B, to Lady Lysle?" "I will enter her ladyship's name in my book. Yes, it shall be done," said Martin. He looked at Aneta, and Aneta looked straight back at him. "Mr. Martin," she said suddenly, "I am the school-friend of your stepdaughter, Maggie Howland.
"I think," said Aneta "indeed, I am sure to judge from your most flourishing shop that you are a good business man." "Well, now, there's no doubt on that point, Miss Miss Lysle." "But you would like to extend your custom?" said Aneta. "Business is always business to me," replied Martin. "Well, the fact is, it lies in my power to induce my aunt, Lady Lysle, to get her groceries from you.
May I have a little conversation with you in your private room?" "Ah, I thought there was something!" said Martin. "To be sure, miss," he added. "Turtle, you see that this order is hexecuted. It's for her ladyship, Lady Lysle, 16B Eaton Square. Come this way, my lady." "I am only Miss Lysle," said Aneta.
At the various schools where she had been taught she had always been popular and had won friends and never created an enemy-but at Aylmer House, extraordinary and delightful as the life was, there was one girl who excited her enmity who, in short, roused the worst that was in her. That girl's name was Aneta Lysle.
"Oh, they're first-rate, and not really dull at all; and the whole place is lovely, and all the people I met to-day were so nice, except, indeed, that Lady Lysle." "Lady Lysle!" exclaimed Molly in a tone of astonishment. "Why, she is Mrs. Cardew's greatest friend. Do you mean to say you were introduced to her?" "Yes, Mrs. Cardew was kind enough to do so, though I am sure I didn't want it at all."
She found many ways in which she could serve them entertaining Uncle Mandeville to keep him sober; checking the extravagrance of Celeste; nursing Castleman Lysle through green apple convulsions. That was to be her life for the future, she told herself, and she was making herself really happy in it when suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, came an event that swept her poor little plans into chaos.
If I wanted to make Aneta Lysle really mad with jealousy I'd get you over to me; but don't speak for a minute I won't get you over to me. You shall stay at school and be on Aneta's side." "I suppose I suppose I ought," said Merry in a faint voice. "You must you must be on Aneta's side of the school, and so must Cicely; but you can, all the same, love me best." "Can I?" said Merry, brightening up.
Martin; "we wish her Bo-peep and I I mean James and I to stay where she is." "And so do I wish her to stay where she is," said Aneta. "Auntie darling, you don't quite understand; but Mrs. Martin and I understand. Don't we, Mrs. Martin?" "Well, I am sure," said Mrs. Martin, "I haven't the faintest idea what you are driving at, Miss Miss Lysle." "Well, it is just this," said Aneta.
She hated the crudity of the color, and it occurred to her that she could get some soft and becoming sashes out of part of the money which Pearce had given her for the brooch. By-and-by she found herself near Aneta. Aneta was working a center-piece which she meant to present to Lady Lysle at Christmas. Maggie was no good whatever at needlework, and seldom joined the band of needlewomen.
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