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The next moment a servant entered with a lamp, covered with a gold silk shade. She placed it on a table near the fire, and lit a few candles, which stood on carved brackets round the walls. Then Prissie saw what made her forget Miss Heath, and her shyness, and all else a great bank of flowers, which stretched across one complete angle of the room. There were some roses, some chrysanthemums, some geraniums. They were cunningly arranged in pots, but had the effect at a little distance of a gay, tropical garden. Prissie rushed to them, knelt down by a tall, white, Japanese chrysanthemum, and buried her face in its long, wavy petals.
Prissie had never seen such flowers, and she loved all flowers. Her heart swelled with a kind of wonder; and when, the next moment, she felt a light and very soft kiss on her forehead she was scarcely surprised.
My dear child, said Miss Heath, I am so sorry I was not in the room when you came in; but, never mind, my flowers gave you welcome.
Yes, said Prissie, standing up pale, and with a luminous light in her eyes.
You love flowers? said Miss Heath, giving her a keen glance.
Oh, yes; but I did not know I could not guess that any flower could be as beautiful as this, and she touched the great white chrysanthemum with her finger.
Yes, and there are some flowers even more wonderful. Have you ever seen orchids?
No.
Then you have something to live for. Orchids are ordinary flowers spiritualised. They have a glamour over them. We have good orchid shows sometimes at Kingsdene. I will take you to the next.
The servant brought in tea, and Miss Heath placed Prissie in a comfortable chair, where she was neither oppressed by lamplight nor firelight.
A shy little soul like this will love the shade, she said to herself. For all her plainness this is no ordinary girl, and I mean to draw her out presently. What a brow she has, and what a light came into her eyes when she looked at my white chrysanthemum.
There came a tap at the door, and Maggie Oliphant entered, looking fresh and bright. She gave Prissie an affectionate glance and nod, and then began to busy herself, helping Miss Heath with the tea. During the meal a little pleasant murmur of conversation was kept up. Miss Heath and Maggie exchanged ideas. They even entered upon one or two delicate little skirmishes, each cleverly arguing a slight point on which they appeared to differ. Maggie could make smart repartees, and Miss Heath could parry her graceful young adversarys home-thrusts with excellent effect.
They talked of one or two books which were then under discussion; they said a little about music, and a word or two with regard to the pictures which were just then causing talk among the art critics in London. It was all new to Prissie, this light, airy, nothing kind of talk. It was not study; could it be classed under the head of recreation?
Prissie was accustomed to classify everything, but she did not know under what head to put this pleasant conversation. She was bewildered, puzzled. She listened without losing a word. She forgot herself absolutely.
Miss Heath, however, who knew Maggie Oliphant, but did not know Prissie, was observant of the silent young stranger through all the delights of her pleasant talk. Almost imperceptibly she got Prissie to say a word or two. She paused when she saw a question in Prissies eyes, and her timid and gentle words were listened to with deference. By slow degrees Maggie was the silent one, and Priscilla and Miss Heath held the field between them.
No, I have never been properly educated, Prissie was saying. I have
never gone to a high school. I dont do things in the regular fashion. I was so afraid I should not be able to pass the entrance examination for St. Benets. I was delighted when I found that I had done so.
You passed the examination creditably, said Miss Heath. I have looked through your papers. Your answers were not stereotyped. They were much better; they were thoughtful. Whoever has educated you, you have been well taught. You can think.
Oh, yes, my dear friend, Mr Hayes, always said that was the first thing.
Ah, that accounts for it, replied Miss Heath. You have had the advantage of listening to a cultivated mans conversation. You ought to do very well here. What do you mean to take up?
Oh, everything. I cant know too much.
Miss Heath laughed, and looked at Maggie. Maggie was lying back in her easy-chair, her head resting luxuriously against a dark velvet cushion. She was tapping the floor slightly with her small foot; her eyes were fixed on Prissie. When Miss Heath laughed, Maggie echoed the sound, but both laughs were in the sweetest sympathy.
You must not overwork yourself, my dear, said Miss Heath. That would be a very false beginning. I think I am sure that you have an earnest and ardent nature, but you must avoid an extreme which will only end in disaster.
Prissie frowned.
What do you mean? she said. I have come here to study. It has been done with such, such difficulty. It would be cruel to waste a moment. I mustnt; it wouldnt be right. You cant mean what you say.