"Ah! poor Jeanie, I think Germany will cure her low spirits."
Lewis remarked he had to go to town on business that afternoon but he could be back for the concert. He wanted to get rid of his ill-temper. Maud's unfortunate remark had been the cause of it. Would someone else seize the prize he was too proud to win—and would that someone else be Edward Lang? Certainly fine feelings would not stop him trying to grasp at wealth.
Maud was dreadfully restless that afternoon and insisted on Jeanie turning out her wardrobe to see what suitable dress she should wear.
"Your pale blue dress is pretty," remarked Maud. "Oh, we have both worn those pale blue dresses till people must know them."
"There is no time to get a new dress, I'm afraid."
"I shan't waste a penny of my money on dress and mother says she can't afford it."
"Then your white muslin, Jeanie dear."
"I don't feel like white muslin. I shall wear my black dress. No one will notice us, Maud."
The sisters stood rather sadly looking over the beautiful park from the Elizabethan windows. Nothing is more depressing than to be surrounded by wealthy friends and yet to be too poor to take the position you are entitled to. Suddenly the butler entered.
"A gentleman to see you, Miss Hamilton."