"Where are you going, Miss Peel?" he asked; "you appear to be flying
from something, or, perhaps, it is to something. Must you run? See,
you have almost knocked me down." He chose light words on purpose,
hoping to make Prissie smile.
"I am going for a walk," she said. "Please let me pass."
"I am afraid you are in trouble," he replied then, seeing that
Priscilla's mood must be taken seriously.
His sympathy gave the poor girl a momentary thrill of comfort. She
raised her eyes to his face and spoke huskily.
"A dreadful thing has happened to me," she said.
The chapel bell stopped as she spoke. Groups of men, all in their caps
and gowns, hurried by. Several of them looked from Hammond to
Priscilla and smiled.
"I must go to chapel now," he said; "but I should like to speak to
you. Can I not see you after morning prayers? Would you not come to
the service. You might sit in the ante-chapel, if you did not want to
come into the chapel itself. You had much better do that. Whatever
your trouble is, the service at St. Hilda's ought to sustain you.
Please wait for me in the ante-chapel. I shall look for you there
after prayers."
He ran off just in time to take his own place in the chapel before the
doors were shut and curtains drawn.
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