Part 82 (2/2)

”Yes, aunt,” said Louise, sadly.

”Then pray listen to it as if you took some interest in what I said, and meant to profit by it, child.”

Louise murmured something suggestive of a promise to profit by her aunt's wisdom, and the old lady turned to her brother.

”Yes, George, I have planned it all out. We will go to the south of France, to the sea-side if you wish, and while Louise and I try and find a little relaxation, you can dabble and net strange things out of the water-pools. Girl: be careful.”

This to poor Liza, whose ears seemed to be red-hot, and her cheeks alternately flushed and pale, as she brought in and took out the dinner, waiting at other times being dispensed with fortunately. For Liza's wits were wool-gathering, according to Aunt Marguerite's theory, and in her agitation respecting the manner in which she had been surprised when yielding to her mother's importunities, she was constantly watching the faces of her master and Louise, and calculating the chances for and against ignominious dismissal. One minute she told herself they knew all. The next minute her heart gave a thump of satisfaction, for Louise's sad eyes had looked so kindly in hers that Liza told herself her young mistress either did not know, or was going to forgive her.

Directly after Liza dropped the cover of a vegetable dish in her agitation right on Aunt Marguerite's black silk c.r.a.pe-trimmed dress, for her master had told her to bring him bread, and in a tone of voice which thrilled through her as he looked her in the face with, according to her idea, his eyes seeming to say, ”This is some of the bread you tried to steal.”

Liza escaped from the room as soon as possible, and was relieving her pent-up feelings at the back door when she heard her name whispered.

”Who's there? what is it?” she said. ”It's only me, Liza, my clear.

Has she told--”

”Oh, mother! You shouldn't,” sobbed Liza. ”You won't be happy till you've got me put in prison.”

”Nonsense, my dear, they won't do that. Never you fear. Now look here.

What become of that parcel you made up?”

”I don't know; I've been half wild ever since, and I don't know how it's going to end.”

”Then I'll tell you,” cried the old fish-woman. ”You've got to get me that parcel, or else to make me up another.”

”I won't; there!” cried Liza angrily.

”How dare you say won't to your mother, miss!” said the old woman angrily. ”Now look here; I'm going a bit farther on, and then I'm coming back, and I shall expect to find the napkin done up all ready.

If it isn't, you'll see.”

Liza stood with her mouth open, listening to her mother's retiring footsteps; and then with a fresh burst of tears waiting to be wiped away, she ran in to answer the bell, and clear away, s.h.i.+vering the while, as she saw that Aunt Marguerite's eyes were fixed upon her, watching every movement, and seeming to threaten to reveal what had been discovered earlier in the day.

Aunt Marguerite said nothing, however, then, for her thoughts were taken up with her project of living away for a time. She had been talking away pretty rapidly, first to one and then to the other, but rarely eliciting a reply; but at last she turned sharply upon her brother.

”How soon shall we be going, George?”

”Going? Where?” he replied dreamily.

”On the Continent for our change.”

”We shall not go on the Continent, Marguerite,” he said gravely. ”I shall not think of leaving here.”

Aunt Marguerite rose from the table, and gazed at her brother, as if not sure that she had heard aright. Then she turned to her niece, to look at her with questioning eyes, but to gain no information there, for Louise bent down over the work she had taken from a stand.

”Did you understand what your father said?” she asked sharply.

”Yes, aunt.”

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