Part 21 (2/2)

”Oh, I am sorry,” exclaimed Hester; ”I'll take that cup and you shall have mine.”

”You put five lumps into your own cup, I watched you; oh, dear, it doesn't matter, of course.”

”No, it doesn't matter,” said Hester, still reading her letter. ”Molly, will you pa.s.s the tea on, please. Oh, yes, I'll have some honey; you can put a piece on my plate if you like.”

”The only plate you have before you at present contains eggs and bacon,”

exclaimed Molly. ”I think I won't help the honey for a few minutes.”

”This is a delightful surprise,” murmured Hester; ”but, dear me, it is rather strange, Mrs. Willis says she wrote to you last week, Annie, and said that she would try to give us a couple of days at the Grange on her way back to Lavender House. How was it you never mentioned it?”

There was just a pause long enough to be noticed before Annie replied.

”I did not get the letter,” she said then, in a steady voice.

She hated herself the moment she had uttered the words. She felt as if she had fallen from a height, and was lying maimed and bruised, bleeding and ugly in some dismal abyss; but all the time her eyes looked bright and her face was cheerful.

Hester exclaimed, ”How strange! what a pity! How could the letter have gone astray?” but other thoughts soon chased this one from her mind.

Breakfast being over the young housekeeper had much to attend to.

Nora held out her hand to Annie, who stooped down and kissed her affectionately.

”Are you really glad that she is coming?” asked Nora.

”Of course I am, Nonie; she is--” a stab went through Annie's heart--”she is my best friend.”

”Is she really as good as Hester says she is?” continued Nora.

”Yes, yes, better; no one quite knows how good she is.”

”I shall be afraid of her,” said Nora shuddering. ”I hate such perfectly good people; they make me feel small and mean.”

Annie took up a basket of flowers, and began deftly to form them into wreaths for the further decoration of the ball-room.

”It's dreadful to feel mean,” she said almost in a whisper.

”You can't surely know what it means,” replied Nora.

”Oh, can't I though; don't let's talk of it any more. I like you in white, Nora. White, toned with lace and coloured ribbons, makes a charming dress for you. You have such a pretty face. It is so full of _esprit_--so _piquant_. Some day you will be a beautiful woman.”

”As beautiful as you are?” asked Nora. ”I don't desire to be more beautiful than you.”

”In some ways you will be more beautiful,” replied Annie. ”I don't pretend that I am not pretty, I know I am; but in some ways you will be superior to me. You will have a greater air of distinction. _n.o.blesse oblige_ will be abundantly manifested in you. Oh, yes,” continued Annie, ”it is all very fine for us _parvenus_ to despise race. We don't really despise it; we adore it, we envy it; we can never, never, never get what race confers.”

”How excitedly you talk,” said Nora; ”you seem angry about something.”

”I am angry with myself,” said Annie; ”my low ways and my meanness.

<script>