“Raymonde’s improving enormously in her music,” commented Hermie, as the two monitresses went back along the passage.
“Yes,” agreed Veronica. “And how remarkably 257 pretty she looked to-night! Her hair was quite curly, and she had such a lovely colour. Did you notice?”
“That room’s so dark, I can’t say I did, particularly. Ray’s not bad looking, though I don’t call her exactly a beauty!”
“She looked a beauty this evening! Fauvette will have to mind her laurels! She’s always been the belle of the Form until now.”
When Maudie Heywood, in accordance with the practising time-table, came at 6.15 to claim the piano, she found the sanctum unoccupied. Raymonde’s drawer in the bureau was shut and locked. This fact Maudie noticed almost automatically. At the moment it seemed a matter of no consequence, though in the light of after events it was to assume a greater importance than she could have imagined.
Raymonde turned up late for preparation, looking hot and conscious, and with her brown serge dress only half fastened. She gave no excuse for her lack of punctuality, and took her loss of order mark with stoicism.
“What were you doing?” whispered Aveline, when the evening work was over and the books were being put away.
Raymonde’s head was inside her desk. She drew it out, and seemed on the point of uttering a confidence. Then, suddenly changing her mind, she stooped again to arrange her papers.
“Little girls shouldn’t ask questions!” she grunted.
“Oh, very well!” flared Aveline, who was very easily offended. “I’m sure you needn’t tell me 258 anything if you don’t want to, thanks! I shan’t force your silly secrets from you!”