"
Miss Oliphant nodded brightly and disappeared out of the dining-hall.
Two girls were standing not far off. They had watched this little
scene, and they now observed that Prissie clasped her hands and that a
woe-begone expression crossed her face.
"The spell is beginning to work," whispered one to the other. "When
the knight proves unfaithful the most gracious lady must suffer
resentment."
Priscilla did not hear these words. She went slowly upstairs and back
to her own room, where she wrote letters home, and made copious notes
from her last lectures, and tried not to think of the little cloud
which seemed to have come between her and Maggie.
Late, on that same evening, Polly Singleton, who had just been
entertaining a chosen bevy of friends in her own room, after the last
had bidden her an affectionate "good night," was startled at hearing a
low knock at her door. She opened it at once. Miss Oliphant stood
without.
"May I come in?" she asked.
"Why, of course. I'm delighted to see you. How kind of you to come.
Where will you sit? I'm afraid you won't find things very comfortable,
for most of my furniture is gone. But there's the bed; do you mind
sitting on the bed?"
"If I want to sit at all the bed is as snug a place as any," replied
Maggie.
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