does you credit.”
The girl blushed and curtseyed, and said shyly that she hoped she always did her best to keep things neat and clean.
“We have just come from your father’s,” Miss Halcombe continued. “You were there yesterday evening, I hear, and you found visitors at the house?”
“Yes, miss.”
“One of them was taken faint and ill, I am told. I suppose nothing was said or done to frighten her? You were not talking of anything very terrible, were you?”
“Oh no, miss!” said the girl, laughing.
consultation of anybody. As it is, I blame the misfortune of your years and your position—I don’t blame YOU. Shake hands—I have given you pain; I am going to give you more, but there is no help for it—shake hands with your friend, Marian Halcombe, first.”
The sudden kindness—the warm, high-minded,