chair with a motion which almost seemed to indicate some feeling of shame as to her late position.
"I suppose I may come in?" said Miss Anne, opening the door and inserting her head.
"Yes, you may come in,—if you have anything to say," said Miss Prettyman, with an air which seemed to be intended to assert her supremacy. But, in truth, she was simply collecting the wisdom and dignity which had been somewhat dissipated by her tenderness.
"I did not know that Grace Crawley was here," said Miss Anne.
"Grace Crawley is here," said Miss Prettyman.
"What is the matter, Grace?" said Miss Anne, seeing the tears.
"Never mind now," said Miss Prettyman.
"Poor dear, I'm sure I'm sorry as though she were my own sister," said Anne. "But, Annabella, I want to speak to you especially."
"To me, in private?"
"Yes, to you; in private, if Grace won't mind?"
Then Grace prepared to go. But as she was going, Miss Anne, upon whose brow a heavy burden of thought was lying, stopped her suddenly. "Grace, my dear," she said, "go upstairs into your room, will you?—not across the hall to the school."
"And why shouldn't she go to the school?" said Miss Prettyman. Miss Anne paused a moment, and then answered,—unwillingly, as though driven to make a reply which she knew to be indiscreet. "Because there is somebody in the hall."
"Go to your room, dear," said Miss Prettyman. And Grace went to her room, never turning an eye down towards the hall. "Who is it?" said Miss Prettyman.
"Major Grantly is here, asking to see you," said Miss Anne.
