When Audrey re-entered Evelyn’s pretty boudoir she found the two girls standing¹ close together and talking earnestly. Jasper also was joining in the conversation. Audrey felt her heart sink.  
“How can Evelyn make free with Jasper as she does? And why does Sylvia talk to Evelyn as though they were having secrets together? Why, they only met to-day!” was the girl’s thought. Her tone, therefore, was cold.
 
“I met father, and he says you may stay,” she remarked in a careless voice. “And now, as doubtless you will be quite happy, I will run away and leave you, for I have much to do.”
 
“No, no; not until I have thanked you and kissed you first,” said Sylvia.
 
Audrey did not wish Sylvia to kiss her, but she could not make any open objection. She scarcely returned the girl’s warm embrace, and the next moment had left the room.
 
“Is she not a horror?” said Evelyn. “I began by liking² her—I mean I rather liked her. She had a grand sort of manner, and her eyes are handsome, but I hate her now. She is not half, nor quarter, 79 as pretty as you are, Sylvia. And, oh, Sylvia, you will be my friend—my true, true friend—for I am so lonely now that mothery is dead!”
 
Sylvia was standing by the fire. There was a bright color in both her cheeks, and her eyes shone vividly³.
 
“My mother died too,” she said. “I was happy while she lived. Yes, Eve, I will be your friend if you like.”
 
“It will be all the better for you,” said Evelyn, who could never long forget her own importance. “If I take to you there is no saying what may happen, for, whatever lies before me in the future, I am my Uncle Edward’s heiress; and Audrey, for all her pride, is nobody.”
 
“Audrey looks much more suitable,” said Sylvia, and then she stopped, partly amused and partly frightened by the look in Evelyn’s light-brown eyes.
 
“How dare you!” she cried. “How horrid⁴—how horrid of you! After all, I do not know that I want to see too much of you. You had better be careful what sort of things you say to me. And first of all, if I am to see any more of you, you must tell me why Audrey would make a better heiress than I shall.”
 
“Oh, never mind,” said Sylvia; but then she added: “Why should I not tell you? She is tall and graceful⁵ and very, very lovely, and she has the manners of a grande dame⁶ although she is such a young girl. Any one in all the world can see that Audrey is to the manner born, whereas you——” 80
Evelyn looked almost frightened while Sylvia was talking.
 
“Is that really so?” she answered. “I ought to be just mad with you, but I’m not. Before the year is out no one will compare Audrey and me. I shall be much, much the finest lady—much, much the grandest. I vow⁷ it; I declare it; I will do it; and you, Sylvia, shall help me.”
 
“Oh, I have no objection,” said Sylvia. “I am very glad indeed that you will want my help, and I am sure you are heartily⁸ welcome.”
 
Evelyn looked full up at Sylvia. Jasper had left the two girls together. The only light in the room now was the firelight, for the short winter day was drawing to an end.
 
“You, I suppose,” said Evelyn, “are a lady although you do wear such a shabby dress and you suffer so terribly from hunger?”
 
“How do you know?” asked Sylvia.
 
“First, because you are not afraid of anything; and second, because you are graceful and, although you are so very queer, your voice has a gentle sound. You are a lady by birth, are you not?”
 
“Yes,” said Sylvia simply. She neither added to the word not took from it. She became very silent and thoughtful.
 
“Why do you live in such a funny way? Why are you not educated like other girls? And why will you tell me nothing about your home?”
 
“I have nothing to tell. My father and I came to live at The Priory three months ago. He does 81 not care for society, and he does not wish me to leave him.”
 
“And you are poor?”
 
“No,” said Sylvia.
 
“Not poor! And yet, why are you almost in rags? And you did eat up your lunch so greedily!”
 
“I will answer nothing more, Evelyn. If you do not like me as I am, let me go now, and I will try to forget the beautiful, comfortable Castle, and the lovely meals, and you and your queer maid Jasper, and the beautiful girl Audrey; for if you do not want me as I am, you can never get me any other way. I am a lady, and we are not poor. Now are you satisfied?”
 
“I burn with curiosity,” said Evelyn; “and if mothery were alive, would she not get it out of you! But if you wish it—and your eyes do look as if they were daggers—I will change the subject. What shall we do for the rest of the day? Shall we go out and take a walk in the dark?”
 
“Yes; that would be lovely,” cried Sylvia.
 
Evelyn shouted in an imperious way to Jasper.
 
“Bring my fur cloak,” she said, “and my goloshes. I won’t wear anything over my head. I am going out with Miss Sylvia Leeson.”
 
Jasper brought Evelyn’s cloak, which was lined with the most lovely squirrel inside and covered with bright crimson⁹ outside, and put it over her shoulders. Sylvia in her very shabby black cloth jacket, much too short in the waist and in the arms, 82 accompanied her. They ran down-stairs and went out into the grounds.
 
Now, if there was one thing more than another which would hopelessly displease¹⁰ Lady Frances, it was the idea of any of her relations wandering about after dusk. But luckily for Evelyn, and luckily also for poor Sylvia, Lady Frances was some miles from Wynford Castle at that moment. The girls rushed about, and soon Evelyn forgot all her restraints and shouted noisily. They played hide-and-seek amongst the trees in the plantation¹¹. Sylvia echoed Evelyn’s shouts; and the Squire¹², who was returning to the house in time to meet his guests, paused and listened in much amazement¹³ to these unusual sounds of girlish laughter. There came a shrill¹⁴ shriek¹⁵, and then the cry, “Here I am—seek and find,” and then another ringing peal¹⁶ of girlish merriment.
 
“Surely that cannot be Audrey!” he said to himself. “What extraordinary noises!”
 
He went into the house. From his study window he saw the flash of a lantern, which lit up a red cloak, and for an instant he observed the very light hair and white face of his niece. But who was the girl with her—a tall, shabby-looking girl—about the height of his Audrey, too? It could not be Audrey! He sank down into a chair, and a look of perplexity crossed his face.
 
“What am I to do with that poor child?” he said to himself. “What extraordinary, unpardonable conduct! Well, I will not tell Lady Frances. I determined¹⁷ that the child should have one day of 83 liberty, but I am glad I did not make it more than one.”
 
After Evelyn and Sylvia had quite exhausted¹⁸ themselves they returned to the house.
 
Jasper was ready for them. She had laid out several dresses for Evelyn to select from.
 
“I have just had a message from her ladyship,” she said when the girls came in with their cheeks glowing and eyes full of laughter. “All the young people are to dine with the family to-night. As a rule, when there is company the younger members of the house dine in the schoolroom, but to-night you are all to be together. I got the message from that stuck-up footman Scott. I hate the fellow; he had the impudence¹⁹ to say that he did not think I was suited to my post.”
 
“He had better not say it again,” cried Evelyn, “or he will catch it from me. I mean to have a talk with each of the servants in turn, and tell them quite openly that at any moment I may be mistress, and that they had better look sharp before they incur²⁰ my displeasure.”
 
“But, Eve, could you?” exclaimed Sylvia. “Why, that would mean——”
 
“Uncle Ned’s death. I know that,” said Evelyn. “I love Uncle Ned. I shall be awfully²¹ sorry when he does die. But however sorry I am, he will die when his turn comes; and then I shall be mistress. I was frightfully sorry when mothery died; but however broken-hearted I was, she did die just the same. It is so with every one. It is the height of 84 folly²² to shirk subjects of that sort; one has to face them. I have no one now to take my part except dear old Jasper, and so I shall have to take my own part, and the servants had better know.—You can tell them too, Jasper; I give you leave.”
 
“Not I!” said Jasper. “I declare, Miss Evelyn, you are no end of a goose for all that you are the darling of my heart. But now, miss, what dress will you wear to-night? I should say the white satin embroidered²³ with the seed pearls. It has a long train, and you will look like a bride in it, miss. It is cut low in the neck, and has those sleeves which open above the elbow, and a watteau back. It is a very elegant robe indeed; and I have a wreath of white stephanotis for your hair, miss. You will look regal in this dress, and like an heiress, I do assure you, Miss Eve.”
 
“It is perfectly²⁴ exquisite²⁵!” said Evelyn. “Come, Sylvia; come and look. Oh, those dear little bunches of chiffon, and white stephanotis in the middle of each bunch! And, oh, the lace! It is real lace, is it not, Jasper?”
 
“Brussels lace, and of the best quality; not too much, and yet enough. It cost a small fortune.”
 
“Oh, here are the dear little shoes to match, and this petticoat with heaps of lace and embroidery²⁶! Well, when I wear this dress Audrey will have to respect me.”
 
“That is why I bought it, miss. I thought you should have the best.” 85
“Oh, you are a darling! What would not mothery say if she could look at me to-night!”
 
“Well, Miss Evelyn, I hope I do my duty. But you and Miss Sylvia have been very late out, so you must hurry, miss, if I am to do you justice.”
 
“But, oh, I say!” cried Evelyn, looking for the first time at her friend. “What is Sylvia to wear?”
 
“I don’t know, miss. None of your dresses will fit her; she is so much taller.”
 
“I will not go down-stairs a fright,” said Sylvia. “Audrey asked me, and she must lend me something. Please, Jasper, do go to Miss Wynford’s room and ask her if she has a white dress she will lend me to wear to-night. Even a washing muslin will do. Anything that is long enough in the skirt and not too short in the waist. I will take it away and have it washed fresh for her. Do, please, please, ask her, Jasper!”
 
“I am very sorry, miss,” answered Jasper. “I would do anything in reason to oblige, but to go to a young lady whom I don’t know and to make a request of that sort is more than I can do, miss. Besides, she is occupied now. A whole lot of visitors have just arrived—fine young ladies and tall young gentlemen—and they are all chittering-chattering²⁷ as though their lungs would burst. They are all in the hall, miss, chatting as hard as they can chat. No, I cannot ask her; I cannot really.”
 
“Then I must stop up-stairs and lose all, all the fun,” said Sylvia. 86
The gaiety left her face. She sat down on a chair.
 
“You will get me something to eat, at any rate, Jasper?” she said.
 
“Yes, of course, miss; you and I can have a cozy²⁸ meal together.”
 
“No, thank you,” said Sylvia proudly. “I don’t eat with servants.”
 
Jasper’s face turned an ugly green color. She looked at Evelyn, but Evelyn only laughed.
 
“You want to be put in your place, Jas,” was her remark. “You are a little uppish, you know. I am quite pleased with Sylvia. I think she can teach me one or two things.”
 
“Well,” exclaimed Jasper, “if it is to be cruel and nasty to your own old Jasper, I wish you joy of your future, Miss Evelyn; that I do.—And I am sure, miss,” she added, flashing angry eyes at the unconscious Sylvia, “I do not want to eat with you—not one bit. I am sure your dress ain’t fit for any lady to wear.”
 
Sylvia got up slowly.
 
“I am going to look for Audrey,” she said; and before Evelyn could prevent her, she left the room.
 
“Ain’t she a spiteful, nasty thing!” said the maid the moment Sylvia’s back was turned. “Ain’t she just the very sort that your mother would be mad at your knowing! And I willing to be kind to her and all, and to have a dull evening for her sake, and she ups and cries, ‘I don’t eat with servants.’ Forsooth! I like her ways! I hope, Miss 87 Evelyn, you won’t have nothing more to do with her.”
 
“Oh dear!” said Evelyn, lying back in her chair and going off into one peal of laughter after another. “You really kill me, Jas, with your silly ways. It was fun to see Sylvia when she spoke²⁹ like that. And didn’t she take a rise out of you! And was not your pecker up! Oh, it was killing—killing!”
 
“I am surprised to hear you talk, Miss Evelyn, as you do. You have already forgotten your poor mother and what she said I was to be to you.”
 
“I have not forgotten her, Jas; but I mean to have great fun with Sylvia, and whether you like it or not you will have to lump it. Oh, I say, she has come back!—Well, Sylvia? Why, you have got a lovely dress hanging over your arm!”
 
“It is the best I could get,” said Sylvia. “I went to Audrey’s wardrobe and took it out. I did not ask her leave; she was not in the room. There were numbers of dresses, all hanging on pegs³⁰, and I took this one. See, it is only India muslin, and it can be washed and done up beautifully. I am determined to have my one happy evening without being docked of any of it, and I could not come down in my own frock. See, Evelyn; do you think it will do?”
 
“It looks rather raggy,” said Evelyn, gazing at the white India muslin, with its lovely lace and chiffon and numerous little tucks, with small favor; “but I suppose it is better than nothing.”
 
“I borrowed this white sash too,” said Sylvia, “and those shoes and stockings. I am certain to be 88 found out. I am certain never to be allowed to come to the Castle again; but I mean to have one really great evening of grand fun.”
 
“And I won’t help you to dress,” said Jasper.
 
“But you will, Jasper, because I order it,” cried the imperious little Evelyn. “Only,” she added, “you must dress me first; and then, while you are helping³¹ Sylvia to look as smart as she can in that old rag, I will strut³² up and down before the glass and try to imagine myself a bride and the owner of Wynford Castle.”
 
Jasper was, after all, too much afraid of Evelyn not to yield to her will, and the dressing³³ of the extraordinary girl began. She was very particular about the arranging of her hair, and insisted on having a dash of powder on her face; finally, she found herself in the satin robe with its magnificent adornings. Her hair was once again piled on the top of her head, a wreath of stephanotis surrounding it, and she stood in silent ecstasy³⁴ gazing at her image in the glass.
 
It was now Sylvia’s turn to be appareled for the festive³⁵ occasion, and Jasper at first felt cross and discontented as she took down the girl’s masses of raven-black hair and began to brush them out; but soon the magnificence of the locks, which were tawny³⁶ in places, and brightened here and there with threads of almost gold, interested her so completely that she could not rest until she had made what she called the best of Sylvia’s head.
 
With all her faults, Jasper could on occasions have 89 taste enough, and she soon made Sylvia look as she had seldom looked before. Her thick hair was piled high on her small and classical head; the white muslin dress fitted close to her slim young figure; and when she stood close to Evelyn, and they prepared to go down-stairs together, Sylvia, even in her borrowed plumes³⁷, even in the dress which was practically a stolen dress, looked fifty times more the heiress than the overdressed and awkward little real heiress.
 
When the girls reached the large central hall they both stopped. Audrey was standing near the log fire, and a group of bright and beautifully dressed children clustered round her. Two of the girls wore muslin frocks; their hair, bright in color and very thick in quantity, hung down below their waists. There were a couple of boys in the proverbial Eton jackets; and another pair of girls of ordinary appearance, but with intelligent faces and graceful figures. Audrey gave a perceptible start when she saw her cousin and Sylvia coming to meet her. Just for an instant Sylvia looked awkward. Audrey’s eyes slightly dilated³⁸; then she came slowly forward.
 
“Evelyn,” she said, “may I introduce my special friends? This is Henrietta Jervice, and this is Juliet; and here is Arthur, and here Robert. Can you remember so many names all at once? Oh, here are Mary Clavering and Sophie.—Now, my dears,” she added, turning and laughing back at the group, “you have all heard of Evelyn, have you not? This young lady is Miss Sylvia——” 90
“Sylvia Leeson,” said Sylvia. A vivid color came into her cheeks; she drew herself up tall and erect³⁹; her black eyes flashed an angry fire.
 
Audrey looked at her with a slow and puzzled expression. She certainly was very handsome; but where had she got that dress? Sylvia seemed to read the thoughts in Audrey’s heart. She bent⁴⁰ towards her.
 
“I will send it back next week. You were not in your room. It was time to dress for dinner. I ran in and took it. If you cannot forgive me I will make an excuse to go up-stairs, and I will take it off and put it back again in your wardrobe, and I will slip home and no one will be the wiser. I know you meant to lend me a dress, for I could not come down in my old rags; but if I have offended you past forgiveness I will go quietly away and no one will miss me.”
 
“Stay,” said Audrey coldly. She turned round and began to talk to Henrietta Jervice.
 
Henrietta laughed and chatted incessantly⁴¹. She was a merry girl, and very good-looking; she was tall for her age, which was between sixteen and seventeen. Both she and her sister were quite schoolgirls, however, and had frank, fresh manners, which made Sylvia’s heart go out to them.
 
“How nice people in my own class of life really are!” she thought. “How dreadful—oh, how dreadful it is to have to live as I do! And I see by Audrey’s face that she thinks that I have not the slightest idea how a lady ought to act. Oh, it is 91 terrible! But there, I will enjoy myself for the nonce; I will—I vow it. Poor little Evelyn, however gauche⁴² she is, and however ridiculous, has small chance against Audrey. Even if she is fifty times the heiress, Audrey has the manners of one born to rule. Oh, how I could love her! How happy she could make me!”
 
“Do you skate?” suddenly asked Arthur Jervice.
 
“Yes,” replied Sylvia bluntly. She turned and looked at him. He looked back at her, and his eyes laughed.
 
“I wonder what you are thinking about?” he said. “You look as if——”
 
“As if what?” said Sylvia. She drew back a little, and Arthur did the same.
 
“As if you meant to run swords into us all. But, all the same, I like your look. Are you staying here?”
 
“No,” said Sylvia. “I live not far away. I have come here just for the day.”
 
“Well, we shall see you to-morrow, of course. Mr. Wynford says we can skate on the pond to-morrow, for the ice will be quite certain to bear. I hope you will come. I love good skating.”
 
“And so do I,” said Sylvia.
 
“Then will you come?”
 
“Probably not.”
 
Arthur was silent for a moment. He was a tall boy for his age, and was a good half-head above Sylvia, tall as she also was. 92
“May I ask you about things?” he said. “Who is that very, very funny little girl?”
 
“Do you mean Eve Wynford?”
 
“Perhaps that is her name. I mean the girl in white satin—the girl who wears a grown-up dress.”
 
“She is Audrey Wynford’s cousin.”
 
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