getting on very well, especially with arithmetic.
'That was the strong point in the junior classes,' said Agatha; 'better taught than it was in my time.'
'I wish she could have more playfellows,' said Magdalen. 'She would like to go to the High School at Rockquay, but there are foundations I should wish to lay before having her out of my own hands.'
'I should think you were her best playfellow. She seems very fond of you, and very happy.'
'Yes,' said Magdalen, rather wistfully. 'I think she generally is so.'
'Maidie! may I call you by the old home name?' And as Magdalen answered with a kiss and tearful smile, 'Do tell me, please, if Polly and Flapsy are nice to you?'
Magdalen was taken by surprise at the pressure of the hand and the eyes that gazed into her face full of expression.
She could not keep the drops from rushing to her own eyes, though she smiled through them and said, 'As nice as they know how.'
'I am afraid I know what that means,' said Agatha.
'If I only knew how to prevent their looking on me as their governess,' continued Magdalen; 'but I must have got into the groove, and I suppose I do not always remember how much must be tolerated if love has to be won; and Paula is a thoroughly good girl.'
'Yes, I am sure she wishes to be,' said Agatha. 'Are those Sisters nice that she talks of so eagerly?'
'They are very excellent women, but somehow I should have had more confidence in them if they were not unattached, or belonged to some regular Sisterhood. I wish she had taken instead to Mysie Merrifield, who is more of my sort; but no one can control those likings.'
'I don't think Gillian very attractive; she is so wrapped up in her work,' confessed Agatha.
'You will see them all, I hope, for I am giving a garden party next week, perhaps. Have not they told you?'
'Oh, yes; but Polly seemed bent on its not clashing with some festival at St. Kenelm's.'
'Therefore I had not fixed the day till I had heard what is settled. I have invited people for Thursday, which will hardly interfere.'
'Did you know that the young man who is painting the ceiling at St. Kenelm's Church is old Mr. Delrio's son Hubert?'
'Indeed! Is he staying here? We must ask him to come up to luncheon or to tea. I am glad he is doing so well. I heard Eccles and Beamster were to do the decorations; I suppose they employ him. I should think it was a very good line to get into.'
This was on a Friday; and the next day Magdalen proposed driving down in the cool of the evening to see the decorations at St. Kenelm's and their artist; but it turned out that he was gone to spend Sunday at the Cathedral city, and all that could be done was to admire the designs, and listen to Paula's enthusiastic explanation.
Magdalen consulted Agatha whether to send young Delrio a card for the garden party; but they decided that it was too late for an invitation to be sent, though a spoken one might have been possible. Besides, it was not likely to be pleasant to a stranger who knew no one but the Flights and Hendersons, and those professionally. Agatha told her sisters, and with one voice they declared that they would not see him patronised; while Agatha's acute senses doubted whether Vera's objection was not secretly based on the embarrassment of a double flirtation with him and with Wilfred Merrifield.
Indeed, Vera told her gaily: 'Only think, Nag, I did have a jolly ride on the M.A.'s bike after all.'
'Indeed! Then she lent it to you.'
'Not she! But she and the little kid were safe gone to Avoncester, and Paula was with her dear Sisters, so Will and I took a jolly spin along the cliff road; and it was such screaming fun. Only once we thought we saw old Sir Jasper coming, and we got behind a barn, but it turned out to be only a tripper, and we had such a laugh.'
'Paula does not know?'
'What would be the good of telling her, with her little nun's schoolgirl mind? She would only make no end of a fuss about a mere bit of fun and nonsense.'
'I think if Wilfred Merrifield was afraid to meet his father, it showed a sense of wrong.'
'Sir Jasper is a horrid old martineau, who never gives them any peace at home, but is always after them.'
'A martinet, I suppose you mean. I don't think that makes it any better. I should not be happy till Magdalen knew.'
'Why, no harm was done! There's her precious machine all safe! It was just for the fun of the thing, and to try how it goes. One can't be kept in like a blessed baby! She never has guessed it. That's the fun of it.'
'I would not return her kindness in such an unladylike way when she is trusting you, Vera.'
Did Magdalen know what had been done? She did guess, for there was a mark on the wheel that she did not remember to have known before, and it cost her a bitter pang of mistrust; but she abstained from inquiries, thinking that they might only do harm. But she bought a chain for her bicycle; and Agatha felt more shame than did Vera, who tried to believe herself amused by her tacit sense of emancipation.
CHAPTER X-FLOWN
'Till now thy soul hath been all glad and gay,
Bid it arise and look on grief to-day.'
ADELAIDE PROCTOR.
There was a Guild at St. Kenelm's which was considered by the promoters to be superior to the Girls' Friendly Society, and which comprised about a dozen young women, who attended classes held by Sister Beata, and occasional modest entertainments given by Lady Flight.
One of these was to take place the day before Miss Prescott's garden party. It was to be given at Carrara, the very pretty grounds on the top of the cliff, belonging to Captain Henderson, the managing partner in the extensive marble works of Mr. White, who lived at Rocca Marina, in the Riviera. Mrs. Henderson had resided in Mr. Flight's parish, and been a member of his congregation, and while he was absent for a day or two she had put her garden at the service of the Guild of St. Milburga's for the day.
Of course Vera and Paula were delighted to assist; but Thekla was too young for the amusements of grown-up maidens, and was much better pleased to help her two elder sisters in preparations for the next day, placing tennis nets, arranging croquet hoops, mustering chairs by the verandah, and adorning tables with flowers. Agatha's assistance was heartily given, as making it her own concern, and, for that reason above all others, it was a happy day, though a very tiring one, to Magdalen, in spite of the sultry atmosphere and the sight of lurid-looking clouds over the moors, which did not augur well for the next day's weather, and caused all the arrangement of chairs and rugs to be prudently broken up and deposited under the verandah.
This was done, and the evening meal had been taken, and Thekla had gone to bed before some flashes of lightning made the two sisters wish to see the other pair at home, especially as Vera was much afraid of lightning, and Paula apt to be made quite ill by it.
The storm rolled on, bringing violent gusts of wind and hail, though not at the very nearest, and such a hurricane of wind and rain ensued that the two watchers concluded that the two girls must have been housed for the night by some of the friends at Rock Quay, and it was near midnight, when just as they had gone to their rooms, a carriage was heard ascending the hill, and they had reached the door before Paulina sprang out with the cry, 'Is she come home?' Then at sight of the blank faces of dismay, she seized hold of Agatha's hands and began to sob. Mr. Flight had stepped out of the car at the same moment, and answered the incoherent questions and exclamations.
'Young Delrio offered to take photographs of the party, and that was the last time she was seen.'
'Yes,' sobbed Paula, 'Sister Mena saw her there. We were trying to get up croquet, and then I missed her. I tried to find her when the lightning began, but I could not find her anywhere, though I looked in all the summer- houses!'
'At Mrs. Henderson's? or Miss Mohun's? or the Sisters'?' asked Magdalen, catching alarm from each denial. 'She might have gone home with one of the girls.'
'She would be wild in such a storm,' said Agatha, 'and not know what she was about.'
'Sister Beata and I have gone to each house,' said Mr. Flight.
'When did you say you saw her last?'
'I saw her when we were grouped,' said Paula; 'Sister Mena, when she was helping him to put up his photos.'
