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"I hoped she was in bed and asleep," said Aneta. "In bed!" said Merry. "Not a bit of it. She was up and sitting by the window gazing at the fog." "I will go and see her myself," said Aneta. "Will you, Neta? And you will be kind to her?" "Yes, darling, of course." "Somehow, she used to think that that you didn't love her," said Merry. "Nor did I," said Aneta.
She is one of the girls at Aylmer House." "I know her oh yes, I know her," said Aneta. "And you like her, you feel her charm, you you almost worship her, don't you, Neta?" Aneta was silent. "Oh, I know she is considered plain," said Merry, "but there's something about her which prevents one even considering her features. She is the most unselfish, most fascinating girl we have ever come across.
When we came up with the pair she was inquiring, in her best Italian, where the 'Signor' got his cloak, because positively she must have one like it, and he, cap in hand, was explaining to the Signorina that if she would but follow him round the corner to his military tailor's, she could be supplied on the spot. So there we all went, Miss Betty insisting. You can imagine Aunt Neta.
"Well, girls," she said, "you do look sweet, both of you!" "Oh Neta, what a darling you are!" said Merry, who worshipped beauty, and had never come across any one so lovely as her cousin. "It's two years since we met," she continued, "and you have altered, and not altered. You're more grown-up and more more stately, but your face is the same.
You love her, don't you, Neta?" There had come a curious change over Aneta's face. After a brief pause she said, "I have no right to say it, but you two are my cousins" "Yes, yes! What does this mean?" said Cicely with great eagerness. "Well, I know you will be faithful and not repeat it to any one; but I don't love Maggie Howland." "Oh, Neta!"
"And," continued Aneta, "you; as my cousins, I most earnestly hope, will not make her your special friend at Aylmer House." "But we have done so already, Neta. Oh, Neta darling! you are mistaken in her." "I say nothing whatever against her," said Aneta, "except that personally I do not care for her. I should be very glad if I found that I had misjudged her."
In the dim light her softened pose, the gentle sudden relaxation of every line, were an intoxication. "Next week Friday at Gairsly. Hallin and Aunt Neta are coming." "Will Miss Raeburn take me?" His grey eyes shone upon her, and he kissed her hand. "Mr. Hallin won't speak for you!" she said, after the silence, with a return of mischief. "Don't be so sure!
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