"Don't say 'good gracious,' Bridget; it's a very ugly way of expressing yourself. You have learnt something, haven't you?""Why, Dorothy Collingwood; she has gone over to the ranks of the enemy."
"No, Bridget, you are to stay here; your dinner will be brought to you." Bridget flushed crimson."Well," said Janet, "what did that impertinent servant want? I hope you showed her her place, Dorothy? The idea of her presuming to stop us when we were so busy!""Do, my love, and call to me if you do. I would not have that dear girl frightened for the world. I am more vexed than I can say with Hickman."
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"I think you must mean Dorothy Collingwood," said Janet in her clear, cold English voice. "May I ask if you have ever been at school before, Miss O'Hara?"
She scrutinized Olive's face now, a slightly satirical expression hovering round her somewhat thin lips."No, not very. The younger girls were fond of me, and Dorothy Collingwood was nice."
There was a movement of chairs, and a general rising.
Bridget's excitable eager words were broken by sobs; tears poured out of her lovely eyes, her hands clasped Dorothy's with fervor.
Small girls are easily influenced, and Bridget and her tribe rushed down the avenue, shouting and whooping as they went.
"The wind dropped as if it were dead. After screeching as if it had the tongues of hundreds of Furies, it was mummer than the timidest mouse that ever crept. The Castle ceased to rock; it was the suddenest and [Pg 42]deadest calm you could possibly imagine. It was miles more frightful than the storm. Just then there came a little puff of a breeze out of the solid stone wall, and out went my candle."