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Merry found herself turning very red. She remembered Aneta's words on the night of her arrival. "She has already told you," said Maggie, "that she doesn't like me." Merry remained silent. "Oh, you needn't speak. I know quite well," said Maggie. Merry felt more and more uncomfortable.
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.
I have some money thank goodness for that! and I have my father's treasures. I can take them out of the tin box and wear them on my person, and I can sell them one by one. Yes, I will run away. There's no help for it." Maggie, at Aneta's suggestion, had got into bed, but even to think of sleep was beyond her power. She got up again presently, dressed, and sat by the foggy window.
Aneta considered for a few minutes, and then said in a sad voice, "Very well." Lady Lysle looked at her once or twice during the long drive which followed. Aneta's little face was rather pale, but her eyes were full of subdued fire. She was determined to carry the day at any cost. James Martin abhorred the aristocracy so he said.
Any girl might have a headache, and Mrs. Ward did not wish her girls to be catechised as to how they spent their leisure hours. Besides, Janet Burns was occupying all their attention with the tableaux vivants, Queen Aneta's girls most good-naturedly leaving them the sitting-room to themselves for this purpose. Maggie, in her distant bedroom, felt the quiet in the house.
Aneta's satellites were always quiet, sober, and well-behaved; Maggie's, it is sad to relate, were a trifle rowdy. There is something else also painful to relate namely, that Merry Cardew cast longing eyes from time to time in the direction of that portion of the room where Maggie and her friends clustered.
"Good-night, Merry dear," said Maggie as Merry was walking towards the door. Then she added, in a semi-whisper which Merry did not catch, "And good-bye, Merry dear; we shall never meet again." Merry left the room, feeling full of apprehension. She thought for a minute as she stood outside. Then she went and knocked at Aneta's door. "Aneta, may I come in?" "Of course, dear.
After thinking for a little time she sprang to her feet, and going to the electric bell, sounded it. After a short delay a servant appeared. "Mary," said Aneta, "will you have the goodness to ask Miss Lucy if I may speak to her for a minute?" "Yes, miss," replied Mary, closing the door behind her in her usual noiseless fashion. In a very few minutes Miss Johnson entered Aneta's room.
Aneta may look to her laurels, for it's my opinion that the Gibsons and the Cardews will both come over to our side after Saturday." While this conversation was going on, and Maggie's absence was deplored, and no business whatever was being done towards the entertainment of Saturday, Maggie found herself seated opposite to Aneta in Aneta's own bedroom. Maggie felt queer and shaken.
"The petition I have to make to you is this," continued Maggie: "that at school you will, for a time at least say for the first month or so be neutral. I want you and Cicely and Molly and Isabel to belong neither to Aneta's party nor to mine; and I want you to do this because because I have been the person who has got you to Aylmer House. Just remain neutral for a month. Will you promise me that?"
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