"I did love those ornaments," she said; "but, of course, I can't
grudge them to you, Rose. You paid a good sum for them-- didn't you,
dear?-- although nothing like what they were worth, so, of course,
they are yours by every right."
"You have paid off the debt? I congratulate you, Rose," said Annie
Day.
"Yes," said Rosalind, blushing.
"I am glad you were able to get the money, my dear."
"And I wish she hadn't got it," retorted Polly. "Money is of no moment
to me now. Dad is just rolling in wealth, and I have, in consequence,
more money than I know what to do with. I confess I never felt crosser
in my life than when you brought me that five-pounds note last Monday
night, Miss Merton."
Rosalind colored, then grew very pale; she saw Annie Day's eyes blaze
and darken. She felt that her friend was putting two and two together
and drawing a conclusion in her own mind. Annie turned abruptly from
Rosalind, and, touching Lucy Marsh on the arm, walked with her out of
the dressing-room. The unsuspecting Polly brought up the rear with
Rosalind.
The four girls entered the drawing-room, and Rosalind tried to forget
the sick fear which was creeping round her heart in the excitement of
the moment.
Nearly an hour later Maggie Oliphant arrived.
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