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Mary set her little mouth, and looked down, and began tapping her boot with her parasol. There was an awkward silence while Tom considered within himself whether she was not right, and whether, after all, his own jealousy had not been the cause of the lecture he had been delivering, much more than any unselfish wish for Mary's improvement.
"It is your turn now," he said presently, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, and looking hard at the gravel. "I may have been foolishly jealous, and I thank you for telling me so.
But you can tell me a great deal more if you will, quite as good for me to hear."
"No, I have nothing to say. I daresay you are open and true, and have nothing to hide or disguise, not even about either of the men we met in the Long Walk on Sunday."
He winced at this random shaft as if he had been stung, and she saw that it had gone home, and repented the next moment. The silence became more and more embarra.s.sing. By good luck, however, their party suddenly appeared strolling towards them from the large garden.
"Here are Uncle Robert and Katie, and all of them. Let us join them."
She rose up, and he with her, and as they walked towards the rest, he said quickly in a low voice, "Will you forgive me if I have pained you? I was very selfish, and I am sorry."
"Oh yes, we were both very foolish, but we won't do it again."
"Here you are at last. We have been looking for you everywhere,"
said Miss Winter, as they came up.
"I'm sure I don't know how we missed you. We came straight from the music tent to this seat, and have not moved. We knew you must come by sooner or later."
"But it is quite out of the way. It is quite by chance that we came round here."
"Isn't Uncle Robert tired, Katie?" said Tom; "he doesn't look well this afternoon."
Katie instantly turned to her father, and Mr. Winter declared himself to be much fatigued. So they wished their hospitable entertainers good-bye, and Tom hurried off and got a wheel chair for his uncle, and walked by his side to their lodgings. The young ladies walked near the chair also, accompanied by one or two of their acquaintances; in fact they could not move without an escort. But Tom never once turned his head for a glance at what was going on, and talked steadily on to his uncle, that he might not catch a stray word of what the rest were saying.
Despite of all this self-denial, however, he was quite aware somehow when he made his bow at the door that Mary had been very silent all the way home.
Mr. Winter retired to his room to lie down, and his daughter and niece remained in the sitting-room. Mary sat down and untied her bonnet, but did not burst into her usual flood of comments on the events of the day. Miss Winter looked at her and said--
"You look tired, dear, and over-excited."
"Oh yes, so I am. I've had such a quarrel with Tom."
"A quarrel--you're not serious?"
"Indeed I am, though. I quite hated him for five minutes at least."
"But what did he do?"
"Why, he taunted me with being too civil to everybody, and it made me so angry. He said I pretended to take an interest in ever so many things, just to please people, when I didn't really care about them. And it isn't true, now, Katie, is it?"
"No, dear. He never could have said that. You must have misunderstood him."
"There, I knew you would say so. And if it were true, I'm sure it isn't wrong. When people talk to you, it 's so easy to seem pleased and interested in what they are saying; and then they like you, and it is so pleasant to be liked. Now, Katie, do you ever snap people's noses off, or tell them you think them very foolish, and that you don't care, and that what they are saying is all of no consequence?"
"I, dear? I couldn't do it to save my life."
"Oh, I was sure you couldn't. And he may say what he will, but I am quite sure he would not have been pleased if we had not made ourselves pleasant to his friends."
"That's quite true. He has told me himself half a dozen times how delighted he was to see you so popular."
"And you too, Katie?"
"Oh yes. He was very well pleased with me. But it is you who have turned all the heads in the college, Mary. You are Queen of St.
Ambrose beyond a doubt just now."
"No, no, Katie; not more than you at any rate."
"I say yes, yes, Mary. You will always be ten times as popular as I; some people have the gift of it; I wish I had. But why do you look so grave again?"
"Why, Katie, don't you see you are just saying over again, only in a different way, what your provoking cousin--I shall call him Mr. Brown, I think, in future--was telling me for my good in St.
John's gardens. You saw how long we were away from you; well, he was lecturing me all the time, only think; and now you are going to tell it me all over again. But go on, dear; I sha'n't mind anything from you."
She put her arm round her cousin's waist, and looked up playfully into her face. Miss Winter saw at once that no great harm, perhaps some good, had been done in the pa.s.sage of arms between her relatives.
"You made it all up," she said, smiling, "before we found you."
"Only just, though. He begged my pardon just at last, almost in a whisper, when you were quite close to us."
"And you granted it?"
"Yes, of course; but I don't know that I shall not recall it."
"I was sure you would be falling out before long, you got on so fast. But he isn't quite so easy to turn round your finger as you thought, Mary."
"Oh, I don't know that," said Mary, laughing; "you saw how humble he looked at last, and what good order he was in."
"Well, dear, it's time to think whether we shall go out again."
"Let me see; there's the last ball. What do you say?"
"Why, I'm afraid poor papa is too tired to take us, and I don't know with whom we could go. We ought to begin packing, too I think."
"Very well. Let us have tea quietly at home."
"I will write a note to Tom to tell him. He has done his best for us, poor fellow, and we ought to consider him a little."
"Oh yes, and ask him and his friend Mr. Hardy to tea, as it is the last night."
"If you wish it, I shall be very glad; they will amuse papa."
"Certainly, and then he will see that I bear him no malice. And now I will go and just do my hair."
"Very well; and we will pack after they leave. How strange home will seem after all this gayety."
"Yes, we seem to have been here a month."
"I do hope we shall find all quiet at Englebourn. I am always afraid of some trouble there."