"How disagreeable! I can't live without flowers. I suppose papa will not expect me to stay if I don't like the place?"
"Oh, how very funny—how—how unpleasant. Did you tell papa about that when he arranged to send me here?"
"What is that?""No, no; what nonsense you talk! What is there to be frightened about? Do go; I can't learn this difficult French poetry while you keep staring at me!"She was coming at mid-term, which in itself was rather exceptional.
"Yes, Bridget, very nice—go and take your place, my dear. There, beside Janet May. Another morning I hope you will be in time for prayers. Of course, we make all allowances the first day. Take your place directly, breakfast is half over."
"Well, Marshall, I'll see what I can do. I must join Miss May now, for we have something important to decide, but I won't forget your words."
She stood for a minute or two, then walked slowly back to the window, out of which her schoolmistress leaned.
What a fuss everyone was making about that stupid Evelyn Percival. Here was the head mistress even quite in a fume because she was a minute or two late in putting in an appearance.
When Mrs. Freeman told Bridget to go away and leave her, the Irish girl stopped playing with the tendrils of hair on Evelyn's forehead, and looked at her governess with a blank expression stealing over her face.