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Cardew had given his wonderful news of the night before. There was a blaze of electric light, and this, judiciously softened with rose-colored silk, was most becoming to all those who came under its influence. But the strongest glare of light could not disfigure any one so absolutely beautiful as Aneta Lysle.
She bowed, and looked at Aneta to speak for her. "How do you do, Mrs. Martin," said that young lady. "I am Aneta Lysle, one of your daughter's schoolfellows. My aunt, Lady Lysle" Mrs. Martin bowed "has kindly come with me to see you. We want to have a little confidential talk with you." "Oh, indeed!" said Mrs. Martin. "Has Maggie done anything wrong?
"Thank you so very much, Mrs. Martin. I don't think you will ever regret this," said the girl. Lady Lysle bowed to the wife of the grocer as she went out, but Aneta took her hand. "Perhaps you never quite understood Maggie," she said; "and perhaps, in the future, you won't have a great deal to say to her."
I was telling him for I had not mentioned the fact to you, and it was troubling me a little about Miss Beverley and Mr. Bennett, and asking his advice, as I often do. He immediately urged Aylmer House as the best possible substitute for Miss Beverley and Mr. Bennett. I repeated almost the same words I had used to Lucia Lysle namely, that you were dead-set against girls' schools."
Will you come with me now and let me say a few words to my aunt; for as you have made your definite promise to leave Maggie alone, my aunt must make a definite promise to you." Lady Lysle was much astonished, as she sat wearily in her carriage, when a red-faced, bald-looking, stout grocer accompanied her elegant young niece to the carriage-door. "Aunt Lucia," said Aneta, "this is Mr. Martin."
Cardew?" "And are the girls coming to the school?" asked Aneta. "I have seen Mr. Cardew," said Mrs. Ward. "He is a very charming man. He will decide whether he will send his daughters here or not during the course of to-day." "But," said Lady Lysle, "didn't you urge him?" "No, dear friend; I never urge any one to put a girl in my care. I should feel myself very wrong in doing so. If Mr.
She has a large establishment and sees a great deal of company. She gets them now at the Army and Navy Stores, but I haven't the slightest doubt that she would not object to have them from you." "You are exceedingly good, Miss Lysle, and I am sure anything that her ladyship ordered should have my very best attention; in fact, I should make it my business to get in specially good things for her.
You can get tea made up in half-pound packets and give it away wholesale to your poor women. Christmas is coming on, and they will appreciate good tea, no matter where it has been bought from." "Well, you may go in and give the order," said Lady Lysle; "but I won't see that grocer. I will sit in the carriage and wait for you."
It has been said that in this school there were two girls who held considerable sway over their companions. One of them was Aneta Lysle, the other Maggie Howland. Aneta had, of course, far and away the greater number of girls under her spell, if such a word could describe her high and noble influence over them.
Aneta replied in French that she did not think the fog was too thick, and the French governess and the girl went out together into the street. But all the time Aneta Lysle was thinking hard. She was in possession of Maggie's secret. Her stepfather, instead of being related to the Martyns of The Meadows, was a grocer! Aneta belonged to that class of persons who think a great deal of good birth.
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