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Prissie was no longer awkward; she began to talk, and when she liked she could talk well. As the two girls were leaving the house Geoffrey Hammond put in a sudden appearance. "I will see you home," he said to Maggie. "No, no, you mustn't," she answered; her tone was vehement. She forgot Prissie's presence and half turned her back on her. "How unkind you are!" said the young man in a low tone.
"I am here," said Priscilla at last in a low, half-frightened voice. "I am sorry I am here, but I am. I heard what you said to Mr. Hammond. I am sorry I heard." Maggie turned slowly and looked at her. Prissie returned her gaze.
"Don't you think," he said, seating himself in front of her, "that we may as well keep this discussion to ourselves?" "Oh, yes; was I speaking too loud? I wouldn't vex you for anything." "Pardon me; you are still speaking a little loud." "Oh!" Poor Prissie fell back, her face crimson. "Please say anything you wish," she presently piped in a voice as low as a little mouse might have used.
Their shrill laughter reached Prissie's ears, also their words. They complimented one another, but talked scandal of their neighbors. They called somebody who Prissie could not imagine " a certain lady," and spoke of how she was angling to get a footing in society, and how the good set at Kingsdene would certainly never have anything to do with her or hers.
Miss Heath laughed and looked at Maggie. Maggie was lying back in her easy-chair, her head resting luxuriously against a dark velvet cushion. She was tapping the floor slightly with her small foot; her eyes were fixed on Prissie. When Miss Heath laughed Maggie echoed the sound, but both laughs were in the sweetest sympathy. "You must not overwork yourself, my dear," said Miss Heath.
Most people were deferential to Hammond, but she seemed to be scolding him. Prissie for the time being became more interesting even than the winter fashions. The ladies drew a step or two nearer to enjoy the little comedy. Priscilla noticed no one, but Hammond felt these good ladies in the air. His cheeks burned and he wished himself well out of his present position.
"But you don't mean it. It is impossible that you can mean it. I'm not a bit like you and and you only say these things to be kind." "What do you mean, Priscilla?" "I must tell you," said Prissie, turning very pale. "I heard what you said to Miss Banister the night I came to the college." "What I said to Miss Banister? What did I say?" "Oh, can't you remember?
Nancy Banister came up and spoke to Maggie. Maggie took her arm and walked away with her. Prissie found herself standing alone in the hall. It was as if the delightful friendship cemented between herself and Miss Oliphant in the frosty air outside had fallen to pieces like a castle of cards the moment they entered the house. Prissie felt a chill. Her high spirits went down a very little.
Do you suppose that anything under the sun would allow her to show her feelings because that little upstart dared to raise her eyes to Maggie's adorable beau, Mr. Hammond? But oh, she feels it; she feels it down in her secret soul. She hates Prissie; she hates this beautiful, handsome lover of hers for being civil to so commonplace a person. I wish with all my heart I could give her one."
I'll go to the side-table and bring you something so tempting; wait and see." "You mustn't trouble really," began Prissie. Miss Oliphant flashed a brilliant smile at her. Prissie found her words arrested, and, in spite of herself, her coldness began to thaw.
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