Her low spirits were succeeded
by gay ones; the Princess had never looked more truly regal, nor had
the Prince ever more passionately wooed her. Girls who did not belong
to the society always flocked into the theater to see the rehearsals.
Maggie's mood scarcely puzzled them. She was so erratic that no one
expected anything from her but the unexpected: if she looked like a
drooping flower one moment, her head was erect the next, her eyes
sparkling, her voice gay. The flower no longer drooped, but blossomed
with renewed vigor. After reading for an hour Nancy had left her
friend asleep. She went downstairs, and, in reply to several anxious
inquiries, pronounced it as her opinion that Maggie, with all the good
will in the world, could scarcely take part in the rehearsals that
night.
"I know Maggie is going to be ill," said Nancy with tears in her eyes.
Miss Banister was so sensible and so little given to undue alarms that
her words had effect, and a little rumor spread in the college that
Miss Oliphant could not take her part in the important rehearsals
which were to take place that evening. Her appearance, therefore, in
more than her usual beauty, with more vigor in her voice, more energy
and brightness in her eyes, gave at once a pleasing sense of
satisfaction.
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