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The two girls left the room linking their arms together. Letitia remained behind.

May I ask, Letitia, said Mrs. Chetwynd, when this madness seized Marjorie and Eileen?

It has been coming on gradually, said Letitia. It is very bad, I know. I was afraid you would suffer a good deal when they explained themselves.

But when did it begin?

Well, two or three girls Americans, I think joined the school last term, and Marjorie and Eileen became great friends with them; and just about then they began to change. They were always careless with regard to their dress, and would not allow Miss Ross our English teacher who had us under her special care to spend the money which you sent on dress at all.

And do you mean to tell me that Miss Ross consulted them?

Well, Aunt Helen, they had an extraordinary way of pleading their own cause. I cannot understand it. They have saved a good deal of money, if that is any satisfaction.

None whatever, child. I have got more money than I know what to do with, and I choose my girls to look nice. Letitia, what a pity it is you are not my own child.

For some reasons I wish I were, Aunt Helen.

You are so very neat, dear, so very dainty that is the only word for it. What am I to do with those other two?

I am dreadfully afraid you will have to give them their own way.

Their own way! Nonsense, my dear! impossible. Children, only eighteen.

But old enough, according to your own showing, Aunt Helen, to be presented to the Queen, to enter society, and to marry if suitable husbands come to the fore.

Of course; but they would be presented to the Queen by their mother; they would enter society under their mothers wing; and if they married, their husbands would look after them. Now to allow those wild imps, those irresponsible girls, to have their own way is not to be heard of for a single moment.

Well, Aunt Helen, I am sure it will come right in the end. They are queer, obstinate, out-of-the-way girls; but they have got fine characters, and would not willingly pain you. The only thing is that they look at life from a totally different standpoint. Ill have a right good talk with them, so try not to fret. I will put it to them that it is their bounden duty to yield to you. They often mind what I say when they wont mind their elders. But is not that the carriage? Had not I better get ready?

CHAPTER VI BELLE THE SAGE

was an ideal scholarly girl of the latter end of the nineteenth century. She wore spectacles, not pince-nez. Her hair was parted smoothly on her forehead and done up in a tiny knot or dab at the back of her neck. Her forehead was high, her complexion sallow, her eyes short-sighted and small. She had a long upper lip, and her mouth was thin and wide. In figure she was extremely spare, her feet and hands were large, and her shoulders angular. She was a plain girl, and she gloried in the fact. Belle Acheson lived altogether for the joys of intellect; to learn was her delight. The more abstruse, the more dry, the science, the more eagerly did Belle absorb it, and make it part of herself. She was a good classical scholar, and was also fond of modern languages. She studied Shakespeare, not for his beauty of language, but for his archaisms. She adored musty professors, and never had a good word to say for an athletic man. Her ambition was to carry off double-firsts, and some people thought that she had a fair chance of obtaining this blue ribbon.

Belle was an inmate of St. Wodes College, Wingfield. There were four halls of residence at St. Wodes, and Belle occupied an attic in North Hall. She had been there now for three terms, and had already made a profound impression on her tutors. She amassed knowledge with great rapidity. No nut was too hard for her to crack.

Now, if there was a girl in the entire of England that Mrs. Chetwynd loathed it was Belle Acheson. Mrs. Acheson was Mrs. Chetwynds old friend. Their husbands had fought side by side in the same campaigns in India. They had belonged to the same regiment. She felt that nothing would induce her to desert her old friend; but alas! that old friends daughter! It was fearful to think that such a girl was coming to pay a visit to Marjorie and Eileen at this important crisis in their lives.

Can anything be done to prevent it? said Mrs. Chetwynd on the morning of the fatal day. She was addressing Letitia, who was gradually getting herself more and more into the good womans confidence.

My dear Lettie, she said, I would honestly pay twenty pounds to any hansom-driver to let his horse fall between here and Mrs. Achesons in order to give Belle a wrench of the arm or a twist of the wrist, or something which would give her sufficient pain to send her home again.

Then, as those are your very heathenish wishes, Aunt Helen, you may be quite certain that Belle will arrive in perfect health, without any accident, not in a hansom, but in that two-horse conveyance which is meant for the convenience of the poorer people of London.

Mrs. Chetwynd sighed.