Part One
Chapter 7: They Return
(continued)
"Please--"
"My only consolation was that you found people more to your
taste, and were often able to leave me at home. I had my own poor
ideas of what a lady ought to do, but I hope I did not inflict
them on you more than was necessary. You had your own way about
these rooms, at all events."
"You mustn't say these things," said Lucy softly.
She still clung to the hope that she and Charlotte loved each
other, heart and soul. They continued to pack in silence.
"I have been a failure," said Miss Bartlett, as she struggled
with the straps of Lucy's trunk instead of strapping her own.
"Failed to make you happy; failed in my duty to your mother. She
has been so generous to me; I shall never face her again after
this disaster."
"But mother will understand. It is not your fault, this trouble,
and it isn't a disaster either."
"It is my fault, it is a disaster. She will never forgive me, and
rightly. Fur instance, what right had I to make friends with Miss
Lavish?"
"Every right."
"When I was here for your sake? If I have vexed you it is equally
true that I have neglected you. Your mother will see this as
clearly as I do, when you tell her."
Lucy, from a cowardly wish to improve the situation, said:
"Why need mother hear of it?"
"But you tell her everything?"
"I suppose I do generally."
"I dare not break your confidence. There is something sacred in
it. Unless you feel that it is a thing you could not tell her."
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