Conscious of thine own.
“So, when thoughts of evil-doers
Waken scorn, or hatred move,
Shall a mournful fellow-feeling
Temper all with love.”
Whittier.
Lady Mount Pleasant’s picnic proved a successful affair, and Sir Matthew prevailed on her to dine with them at the Rigi Vaudois on her way home. Minnie, running upstairs to change her dress after the gong had sounded, had scant time to think of Evereld, she rang for hot water and flew about her room making the hastiest of toilettes, it was only as the chambermaid was just closing the door that she called after her.
“Marie! Wait a moment. Have you seen Miss Ewart? Is she better?”
“I have seen her, Mademoiselle, and she still has migraine,” said the chambermaid.
“Well see that she has all she needs,” said Minnie hurriedly pinning a cluster of roses in her dress.