Part 22 (1/2)

_n.o.blesse oblige_ has nothing to do with me. Now, look here, Nora, forget all this rubbishy talk; be thankful that you are a beautiful girl of good family, who could not do a shabby action. I must leave you now, for Mrs. Willis is coming, and I should like to go into Nortonbury to meet her.”

Annie ran off to find Hester.

”Hester,” she exclaimed, ”may I go in the carriage to Nortonbury to meet Mrs. Willis?”

”That is an excellent idea,” said Hester; ”take Molly with you, the drive will do her good. I am so busy this morning that I can scarcely be spared from home. Yes, that is an excellent idea. I was wondering who would go to meet her.”

Molly was very pleased to accompany Annie to Nortonbury, and Annie was glad of her company. Molly would be a sort of s.h.i.+eld to her; not that it really mattered, for she had already quite made up her mind how to act.

The girls enjoyed their pleasant drive together. Mrs. Willis's train was punctual, and she was soon driving back to the Grange, Molly seated by her side and Annie on the seat facing her.

Mrs. Willis had the knack of making all girls perfectly at home with her. Molly felt sure that a certain feeling of restraint would come over her when she sat by the side of this excellent and adorable woman; but the moment she looked into Mrs. Willis's kind eyes, and Mrs. Willis returned her glance, and said in that full, rich, motherly voice of hers, ”Oh, I have heard of you; you are Molly Lorrimer, you live at the Towers, and you have a great many brothers and sisters, and your schoolroom is reached by a spiral stair, and is somewhere up in the clouds. I have heard all about you many times from Nan.” Then Molly laughed, and felt at home. She felt more than at home, for her heart gave a strange flutter, and then a curious sense of peace pervaded it.

It was something like being near her mother, and yet it was something different. The magnetic influence of a good and great spirit was already making itself felt.

Annie sat opposite to the two with dancing eyes.

”How well you look my love,” said Mrs. Willis. ”I am delighted to see that the change has done you so much good.”

Annie drooped her long lashes for a moment.

”I am as well as well can be,” she said, ”and as jolly as jolly can be, and you have just come in the nick of time to make everything perfect.

Molly, do tell Mrs. Willis about our fancy ball to-night.”

”I will listen to you in a moment, Molly,” said Mrs. Willis; ”but first of all I want to ask Annie a question. I hope you did not send the ring to Paris, Annie, for, if you did, I never received it.”

”What ring?” asked Annie, looking up in pretended amazement. ”Do you mean my mother's ring, Mrs. Willis, the--the one you lent me?”

”Yes, dear. I wrote to you last week about it. I was surprised at never hearing from you, for my letter was quite urgent. I wanted the ring for a special object, and was disappointed at its never coming.”

”That must have been the letter you never got, Annie,” exclaimed Molly.

”You never got my letter?” exclaimed Mrs. Willis. ”How very, very strange! But I posted it myself, and I know I put the right address on it. I am relieved, of course, that you did not send the ring when it was too late; but it is odd about the letter.”

”No, I didn't send the ring,” said Annie in a light voice. ”How could I?”

”Certainly not, dear, if you did not know that I wanted it.”

”Hester was surprised this morning,” continued Molly, taking up the thread of the narrative, and unconsciously giving Annie immense a.s.sistance. ”You said, in your letter to her, that you had told Annie a week ago that you were coming. Then Annie said that she had never got your letter.”

”It is very queer,” said Mrs. Willis. ”I must write to the post office in Paris and make inquiries. Well, I am glad the ring is safe.”

”Of course, it is as safe as possible,” said Annie. ”It is too bad about the letter,” she continued. ”Did you want the ring very badly?”

”Yes, very badly; but it is not too late yet to manage matters. I want to have the ring copied as a wedding present for Margaret Cecil, but I have already spoken to a jeweller about it, and if I send him the ring to-day or to-morrow he will have it in time. Don't forget to give it to me, Annie, dear, when we get home.”

”Oh, no,” said Annie, ”I won't forget.”

A few moments later they arrived at the Grange, where Mrs. Willis was received with a kind of trembling joy by Hester, who took her into the house and showered every imaginable attention which her love could suggest upon her.