Most of the scholars had left the room; the few who remained were chatting together apparently unconscious of the stranger"s presence, and as Rachel stood before the fire, with her back to the rest of the room, and Florence beside her talking animatedly, she was surprised to find herself becoming interested and at ease, and before Miss Christine left them the two girls were comparing notes on their studies, and gave promise of soon becoming very good friends.
When Marion left the library, she went directly to her room, locked the door, and threw herself on the seat in the window in a tumult of emotion. Paramount over all other feelings stood shame. She could not excuse herself for her strange behavior, and she felt unhappy; almost miserable. "Why did I speak so?" she asked herself. "Why should I feel such an unaccountable prejudice against a person I never even heard of before? I thought I had conquered all these old, hateful feelings, and here they are all coming back again. I don"t know what is the matter with me. It is not jealousy; for how can I be jealous of a person I never saw or heard of before in my life? I don"t know what it is, and I don"t much care; there aren"t four girls in the school that like me, and only one _I_ really love, and that"s dear old Flo. She"s as good as gold, and if any one should ever come between us I pity her! I"ll bet anything though, that she is downstairs making friends with that girl this minute."
This thought was not calculated to calm Marion"s ruffled feelings, and she sat brooding by the window in anything but an enviable mood.
She was still in this state of mind when the tea-bell rang, and hastily smoothing her hair she went downstairs.
It chanced that just as she entered the dining-room Rachel Drayton and Florence came in by the opposite door. Florence was evidently giving Rachel an account of some of their school frolics, though in an undertone, so that Marion could not catch the words, and her companion was listening, her face beaming with interest. No circ.u.mstance could have occurred which would have been more unfavorable for changing Marion"s wayward mood.
Coming downstairs she had been picturing to herself the unhappiness and loneliness of the poor orphan, and she had almost made up her mind to go forward, introduce herself, and try by being kind and agreeable to make amends for her former injustice; for although she knew Miss Drayton must be entirely unconscious of it, she could not in her own heart feel at rest until she had made some atonement.
No one could have presented themselves to a perfect stranger,--a thing which it is not easy for most persons to do,--with more grace and loveliness than Marion, if she had been so inclined, for there was at times a certain fascination about her voice and manner that few could resist.
She had expected to see a pale, sickly, utterly miserable-looking girl, towards whom she felt it would be impossible to steel her heart; and she saw one, who, although she was certainly pale enough, seemed to be anything but miserable, and above all was evidently fast becoming on intimate terms with her own dear friend Florence.
That was enough; resolutely crushing down all kindly feelings that were struggling for utterance, she took her seat at the table as if unconscious of the stranger"s existence. Miss Stiefbach sat at the head of one very long table, and Miss Christine at another, having most of the little girls at her end; while Marion sat directly opposite with Florence on her right. Without changing this long-established order of things, Miss Christine could not make room for Rachel by the side of Florence as she would have liked, and the only place for her seemed to be on Marion"s left, as there were not so many girls on that side of the table. Hoping that such close proximity would force Marion to unbend the reserved manner which she saw she was fast a.s.suming, Miss Christine, before taking her own seat, went to that end of the table and introduced Marion to Rachel, laughingly remarking that as they were the oldest young ladies there, they would have to sustain the dignity of the table.
This jesting command was certainly carried out to the very letter of the law by Marion.
She was intensely polite throughout the meal, but perfectly frigid in the dignity of her manner, which so acted upon poor Rachel, that the bright smiles which Florence had called forth were effectually dispelled, and throughout the rest of the evening she was the same sad, frightened girl who had first made her appearance in the library.
When Marion knelt that night to pray, her lips refused to utter her accustomed prayers. It seemed hypocrisy for her, who had so resolutely made another unhappy, to ask G.o.d"s blessings on her head, and she remained kneeling long after Florence had got into bed, communing with herself, her only inward cry being, "G.o.d forgive me!"
But how could she expect G.o.d would forgive her, when day after day she knowingly committed the same faults?
Sick at heart, she rose from her knees, turned out the gas, and went to bed, but not to sleep; far into the night she lay awake viewing her past conduct.
She did not try to excuse herself, or to look at her faults in any other than their true light; but, repentant and sorrowful though she might be, she could not as yet sufficiently conquer her pride to ask pardon of those she had openly wounded, or to contradict an expressed opinion even after she regretted ever having formed it.
Poor child! she thought she had struggled long and fiercely with herself; she had yet to learn that the battle was but just begun.
CHAPTER VII.
AUNT BETTIE.
"Oh, dear!" yawned Grace Minton, "how I do hate stormy Sat.u.r.days!"
"So do I!" exclaimed Georgie Graham; "they are a perfect nuisance, and we were going up to Aunt Bettie"s this afternoon."
"Who"s we?"
"Oh, "her royal highness" for one, and your humble servant for another; Sarah Brown, Flo Stevenson, and Rachel Drayton, _of_ course. By the way, how terribly intimate those two have grown! I don"t believe "her highness" relishes their being so dreadfully thick."
"What in the world makes you call Marion "her highness"?" said Grace.
"Oh, because she _is_ so high and mighty; she walks round here sometimes as if she were queen and we her subjects."
"No such thing, Georgie Graham!" exclaimed Sarah Brown, who came in just as the last remark was made, and knew very well to whom it alluded; "she doesn"t trouble herself about us at all."
"That"s just it; she thinks herself superior to us poor _plebeians_."
"Stuff and nonsense! You know you"re jealous of her, and always have been."
"Oh, no!" replied Georgie, who, no matter how much she might be provoked, always spoke _to_ any one in a soft purring voice. "Oh, no!
I"m not jealous of her; there is no reason why I should be. But really, Sarah, I don"t see why you need take up the cudgel for her so fiercely; she always snubs you every chance she gets."
Sarah tossed her head, blushing scarlet; for the remark certainly had a good deal of truth in it, and was none the less cutting for being made in a particularly mild tone.
"Well, at any rate," said Grace Minton, for the sake of changing the subject, "I think Rachel Drayton is lovely."
"Lovely!" exclaimed Georgie, "she"s a perfect stick! I don"t see what there is lovely about her, and for my part I wish she had never come here."
"Seems to me the tune has changed," broke in Sarah. "I thought you were one of the ones who were so down on Marion Berkley for saying the same thing."
"Oh, that was before I had seen her," replied Georgie, not at all disconcerted.
"In other words, you said it just so as to have an opportunity to differ with Marion," retorted Sarah. "I really believe you hate her!"
"Sarah, how can you get so excited? it is so very unbecoming, you know,"
purred Georgie. Sarah flounced out of the room too indignant for speech, and just as she was going through the hall met Marion, who was in an unusually pleasant mood.
"See, Sarah, it is clearing off; we shall have a chance for our walk, I guess, after all."
"Do you think so? It will be awful sloppy though, won"t it?"
"No, I don"t believe it will; besides who cares for that? We are not made of sugar or salt."
"How many are going?" asked Sarah.
"I don"t know exactly; let me see." And Marion counted off on her fingers. "You for one, and I for another; that"s two. Miss Drayton and Florence are four. Grace Minton, if she wants to go, five; and Georgie Graham six."
At the mention of the last name, Sarah gave her head a toss, which was so very expressive that Marion could not help laughing, and exclaimed, "Oh, yes! you know "her royal highness" must allow some of the _plebeians_ among her subjects to follow in her train."
Sarah laughed softly. "Did you hear?" she whispered.
Marion nodded, and just at that moment Georgie came out of the room where she had been sitting. "What was that you said, Marion, about "her highness"?" she asked. "Did you think that the t.i.tle applied to yourself?"
"I shouldn"t have thought of such a thing, Georgie, if I hadn"t overheard your remarks, and of course I could not but feel gratified at the honorable distinction."
"How do you know it was meant for an honorable distinction?"
"How can I doubt it, Georgie, when it was bestowed upon me by such an amiable young lady as yourself? Now if it had been Sarah, I might have thought _she_ said it out of spite; but of course when Georgie Graham said it, I knew it was intended as a tribute to my superiority;" and Marion made a provokingly graceful courtesy.
"There is nothing like having a good opinion of one"s self," replied Georgie.