She was walking demurely down the High Street, daintily
dressed and charming to look at, in Hammond's company. Rosalind was
talking eagerly and earnestly, and Hammond, who was very tall, was
bending down to catch her words, when the other three girls came
briskly round a corner and in full view of the pair.
"Oh!" exclaimed Priscilla aloud in her abrupt, startled way. Her face
became suffused with a flood of the deepest crimson, and Maggie, who
felt a little annoyed at seeing Hammond in Rosalind's company, could
not help noticing Priscilla's almost uncontrollable agitation.
Rosalind, too, blushed, but prettily, when she saw the other three
girls come up.
"I will say good-by now, Mr. Hammond," she said, "for I must get back
to St. Benet's in good time tonight."
She held out her hand, which the young man took and shook cordially.
"I am extremely obliged to you," he said.
Maggie was near enough to hear his words. Rosalind tripped past her
three fellow-students with an airy little nod and the faint beginning
of a mocking curtsy.
Hammond came up to the three girls and joined them at once.
"Are you going to the Marshalls'?" he said to Maggie.
"Yes."
"So am I. What a lucky rencontre."
He said another word or two and then the four turned to walk down the
High Street.
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