not to go to the burial. She will come while they are away.'
'Let me know the moment she comes. I want to see her very much.'
Miss Pringle was the only woman friend Nora had made in the years of her sojourn at Tunbridge Wells. They had little in common beyond the fellow-feeling that binds those in bondage. Miss Pringle was also a companion. Her task mistress, Mrs. Hubbard, was in Nora's opinion, about as stolidly brainless as a woman could well be. Miss Pringle was always lauding her kindness. But then Miss Pringle had been a companion to various rich women for thirty years. Nora had her own ideas as to the value of the opinions of any woman who had been in slavery for thirty years.
Having eaten her luncheon and written her letter to her brother, she felt glad to rest once more. How wise the doctor had been to forbid her to go to the funeral, and how grateful she was that he had forbidden it, was her last waking thought.
CHAPTER II
It was well on to three o'clock when Miss Pringle made her careful way up the path that led to the late Miss Wickham's door.
'How strange it will be not to find her in her own drawing-room!' she reflected. 'I don't recall that Nora Marsh and I have ever been alone together for two consecutive minutes in our lives. I simply couldn't have stood it.'
'I'll tell Miss Marsh you're here, Miss Pringle,' said Kate, at the door.
'How is she to-day, Kate?'
'Still tired out, poor thing. The doctor made her promise to lie down directly after she had had a bite of luncheon. But she said I was to let her know the moment you came, Miss.'
'I'm very glad she didn't go to the funeral.'
'Dr. Evans simply wouldn't hear of it, Miss.'
'I wonder how she stood it all these months, waiting on Miss Wickham hand and foot. She should have been made to have a professional nurse.'
'It wasn't very easy to make Miss Wickham have anything she had made up her mind not to, you know that, Miss,' said Kate as she led the way to the drawing-room. 'Miss Marsh slept in Miss Wickham's room towards the last, and the moment she fell asleep Miss Wickham would have her up because her pillow wanted shaking or she was thirsty, or something.'
'I suppose she was very inconsiderate.'
Miss Pringle did not in general approve of discussing things with servants. But Nora had told her frequently how faithfully Kate looked after her and, as far as it was possible, made things bearable, so she felt she could make an exception of her.
'Inconsiderate isn't the word, Miss. I wouldn't be a lady's companion,' Kate paused, her hand on the doorknob, to make a sweeping gesture, 'not for anything. What they have to put up with!'
'Everyone isn't like Miss Wickham,' said Miss Pringle, a trifle sharply. 'The lady I'm companion to, Mrs. Hubbard, is kindness itself.'
'That sounds like Miss Marsh coming down the stairs now,' said Kate, opening the door. 'Miss Pringle is here, Miss.'
As Kate closed the door behind her, Nora advanced to meet her friend from the doorway with her pretty smile and outstretched hand. Miss Pringle kissed her warmly and then drew her down on a large sofa by her side. Her glance had a certain note of disapproval as it took in her friend's black dress, which did not escape that observant young person.
'I was so glad to hear you were coming to me this afternoon; it is good of you. How did you escape the dragon?'
She had long ago nicknamed the excellent Mrs. Hubbard 'the dragon' simply to tease Miss Pringle.
'Mrs. Hubbard has gone for a drive with somebody or other and didn't want me,' said Miss Pringle primly. 'You haven't been crying, Nora?'
'Yes, I couldn't help it. My dear, it's not unnatural.'
