"
"Very good, my lady."
She was gone and Robin stood by the sofa thrilled with happiness
and relief. How wonderful it was that, through mere lucky chance,
she had gone to watch the children sailing their boats! And
that Fraulein Hirsch had seen Lady Etynge! What good luck and how
grateful she was! The thought which passed through her mind was
like a little prayer of thanks. How strange it would be to be really
intimate with a girl like herself--or rather like Helene. It made
her heart beat to think of it. How wonderful it would be if Helene
actually loved her, and she loved Helene. Something sprang out
of some depths of her being where past things were hidden. The
something was a deadly little memory. Donal! Donal! It would
be--if she loved Helene and Helene loved her--as new a revelation
as Donal. Oh! she remembered.
She heard the footman doing something to the latch of the door,
which caused it to make a clicking sound. He was obeying orders
and examining it. As she involuntarily glanced at him, he--bending
over the door handle--raised his eyes sideways and glanced at
her. It was an inexcusable glance from a domestic, because it was
actually as if he were taking the liberty of privately summing her
up--taking her points in for his own entertainment. She so resented
the unprofessional bad manners of it, that she turned away and
sauntered into the Dresden blue and white library and sat down
with a book.
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