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  'Corinna was on the listen last night, when we talked to gether on the stairs,' she said. 'She is the most odious, humbugging little cat imaginable, and if you think I shouldn't say such a thing of her I am sorry, but it is true! I was used to think her the most amiable of my cousins, and – and my friend! And even though I did know that she was a shocking fibster, and not in the least above carrying tales against Oenone to my aunt, I never dreamed she would do the same by me! Well – well, there was some excuse for her trying for revenge against Oenone, because Oenone is a very disagreeable girl, and for ever picking out grievances, and trying to set my aunt against her sisters. But – ' Her eyes filled with tears, which she made haste to brush away – 'she – she had no cause to do me a mischief ! But – but she twisted everything I said to you, sir, m-making it seem quite different from what I did say! She even said that you wouldn't have come upstairs if I hadn't th-thrown out lures to you! Which I didn't! I didn't!'

  'On the contrary! You begged me not to come upstairs!' he said, smiling.

  'Yes, and so I told them, but neither my aunt nor Lucasta would believe me. They – they accused me of being a – a design ing little squirrel, and my aunt read me a scold about g-girls like me ending up in the Magdalen: and when I asked her what the Magdalen is, she said that if I continued to make sheep's eyes at every man that crossed my path I should very soon discover what it is. But I don't, I don't !' she said vehemently. 'It wasn't my fault that you came up to talk to me last night, and it wasn't my fault that Sir John Thorley took me up in his chaise and so very kindly drove me back to Maplewood, the day he overtook me walking back from the village in the rain; and it wasn't my fault that Mr Rainham came over to talk to me when I brought Dianeme and Tom down to the drawing-room one evening! I did not put myself forward! I sat down, just as my aunt bade me, in a chair against the wall, and made not the least push to keep him beside me! I promise you I didn't, sir!' Her tears brimmed over, but she brushed them away, and said: 'It was nothing but kindness on their parts, and to say that I lured either of them away from Lucasta is wickedly unjust!'

  Since he had himself succumbed to the unconscious appeal of her big eyes, and had been moved to compassion by her forlorn aspect, he could readily understand the feelings that had prompted two gentlemen, whom he guessed to be admirers of Lucasta, to pay her a little attention. He thought, with a sardonic curl of his lips, that Lady Bugle was no wiser than a wet-goose; and wondered how many of Lucasta's court would have paid any attention to her little cousin had Cherry been suitably attired, and treated by Lady Bugle with the affection that lady showed towards Lucasta. Not many, he guessed, for, although she had an innocent charm, she was no more than a candle to the sun of Lucasta's beauty; and if she had been happy she would have roused no chivalrous emotions in any male breast. These reflec tions, however, he kept to himself, setting himself instead to the task of soothing her agitation, prior to doing what lay within his power to convince her that a return to her house of bondage would be preferable to her present scheme.

  With the first of these objects in view, he encouraged her to unburden herself of her wrongs, thinking that to be allowed to pour out her troubles would sensibly allay whatever feelings of hurt and injustice had overset her. He suspected that these might have been exaggerated in her mind by what had obviously been a pulling of caps; but by the time she had been induced to describe what her life had been at Maplewood there was no hint of a smile in his eyes, and no scepticism in his mind.

  For she did not answer his questions willingly, and she seemed always to be able to find excuses for the many unkindnesses she had received at Maplewood. Nor did she resent the demands that had been made on her: she felt it was only right that she should repay her aunt's generosity by performing whatever services were required of her; but when she said simply: 'I would do anything if only she would love me a little, and just once say thank you!' he thought he had never heard a sadder utterance.

  It was obvious that Lady Bugle had seen in her not an orphaned niece to be cherished, but a household slave, to be made to fetch and carry all day long, to wait not only on her aunt but on her cousins as well, and to mind the two eldest nursery children whenever Nurse desired her to do so. He suspected that if she had been less docile and less easily dismayed she would have fared better at Maplewood: he had been standing close enough to Lady Bugle on the previous evening to observe her when she approached her husband, and said something pretty sharp to him under her breath. He had not heard what she had said, but that she had issued an order was patent, for Sir Thomas had at first expostulated, and then gone off to do her bidding, and Desford had written her down then and there as one of those overbearing females who would tyrannize over anyone too meek or too scared to withstand her. It had at first surprised him to learn that his brief meeting with Cherry had brought down on her head such a venomous scold, but the more he studied the sweet little face before him the less surprised did he feel that the ambitious mother and daughter should have been so furious to learn that he had been sufficiently attracted by Cherry to have gone upstairs to talk to her. Lucasta was a Beauty, but Cherry was by far the more taking.

  While she told her story, at least half of his brain was occupied in trying to think what to do for her. It had not taken long to make him abandon his original intention of restoring her to her aunt, and he wasted no eloquence on attempting to persuade her to agree to such a course. A fleeting notion of placing her in Lady Emborough's care no sooner occurred to him than he ban ished it; and when he suggested that she should return to Miss Fletching she shook her head, saying that nothing would pre vail upon her to make any more demands on that lady's kindness.

  'Don't you think you might be very useful to her?' he coaxed. 'As a teacher, perhaps?'

  'No,' she replied. Suddenly her eyes lost their despairing look, and danced mischievously. She giggled, and said: 'I shouldn't be in the least useful, and certainly not as a teacher! I am not at all bookish, and although I do know how to play on the pianoforte I don't play at all well! I have no aptitude for lan guages, either, or for painting, and my sums are always wrong. So you see – !'

  It was certainly daunting. He could not help laughing, but he said: 'Well, now that you've told me all the things you can't do, tell me what you can do!'

  The cloud descended again on her brow. She said: 'Nothing – nothing of a genteel nature. My aunt says I am only fitted to perform menial tasks, and I suppose that is true. But while I have been at Maplewood I have learnt a great deal about housekeeping, and I know I can take care of sick old ladies, because when old Lady Bugle became too ill to leave her bed there were days when she wouldn't let anyone enter her room except me. And I think she liked me, because though she pinched at me a good deal – she was nearly always as cross as crabs, poor old lady – she never ripped up at me as she did at my aunt, and Lucasta, and Oenone, or accuse me of wishing her dead. So I thought that I could very likely be a comfort to my grandfather. I believe he lives quite alone, except for the servants, which must be excessively melancholy for him. Don't you think so, sir?'

  'I should certainly find it so, but your grandfather is said to be a – a confirmed recluse. I have never met him, but if the stories that are told about him are true he is not a very amiable person. After all, you told me yourself that he had written a very disobliging reply to Miss Fletching's letter, didn't you?'

  'Yes, but I don't think she asked him to take charge of me,' she argued. 'She wanted him to pay the money Papa owed her, and I shouldn't wonder at it if she set up his back, for I know, from what Papa has said to me, that he is shockingly dutch-fisted.'

  'Did your aunt pay her?' he interrupted.

  She shook her head, flushing a little. 'No. She too said that she wasn't responsible, but because of blood being thicker than water she – she would relieve Miss Fletching by taking me away to live with her. So – so no one has paid for me – yet! But I mean to save every penny I can earn, and I shall pay her!' Her chin lifted, and she