"I am satisfied," and Helen nodded with a secret feeling of exultation as she met Daisy's eyes.
"What conspiracy are you hatching now?" glancing from one to the other.
The sound of the dinner bell was sufficient excuse for not answering. For once they had the innings.
The new scholar was at the next table to them. She was tall and looked, as Roxy said afterwards, of a very uncertain age. Her hair was a rather dull light brown, her eyes a sort of hazel with bluish lights, which made them dull, and a complexion that would never be fair, with quite a shadow under the eyes. The features were not bad, but something was needed to give them life.
After the study period the two girls went upstairs with their arms around each other.
"Let us run away to-morrow and have a walk and a splendid talk about trees," said Daisy. "I was thinking all dinner time that I needed to be introduced to them. I believe I am only acquainted with Mr. Evergreen and Mr. Horse-chestnut. It bothers me to tell an elm tree from a maple and a white-skinned beech from a white birch."
"Oh, dear! I've promised to devote the afternoon to scales. I've had a little Latin hammered into me, but I am almost afraid that, extravagantly as I love music I shall make small headway in the divine art. And Madame Meran was good enough to offer me an extra lesson."
"Then we will take it some other Saturday."
"How delightful it is to be together!"
Then they kissed, girl fashion, for the first time, and uttered a tender good-night.