“That—that, too, I cannot answer,” said the miserable girl, at last.
“Do you realize what such a refusal means, Nancy?”
“You—you will have to punish me.”
“Seriously.”
“Yes, Madame; seriously.”
“And your record to date has been quite the best of any girl of your class.”
Nancy locked her hands together and gazed at the principal. But she could say nothing.
“You say Jennie Bruce is not to blame?” asked Madame Schakael, after another minute of silence.
“Oh, no, Madame!”
“Oh, dear me!” cried the other girl, “You just don’t understand, Madame——”