And yet her thoughts took a sudden turn, in spite of her; and, in spite of herself, her heart cried out for Anthony, and again for Anthony. And though she poured seas of scorn upon herself, her heart still betrayed her.
The next morning Lady Kitty knocked at her door very early for that fashionable damsel.
"Are you up, stay-a-bed?" she cried. "It is an enchanting day, and we have the loveliest programme for it."
"Come in," said a voice, unlike Pamela's.
Lady Kitty came in on a scene of confusion. Pamela had her small trunk open on the floor, and was ramming things into it wildly. She had her hat on, and her face seemed to have become pinched with trouble out of its usual soft beauty. Her lips were set, and her eyes looked unutterable woe.
Lady Kitty came in on a scene of confusion.
"My father is very ill," she said in a dull voice. "I am going to catch the express at Euston. You will tell Lady Jane I could not wait to see her."
"You poor child! When did you hear it?"
"The letter came by the first post."