Maria tightened her lips and said nothing, but Dana looked flushed and excited.
“Look here,” she said sharply, as if she were speaking to one of her grooms, “what does all this mean?”
“Oh, nothing, miss; it isn’t for me to say, only I don’t like to see such goings on.”
“What goings on?”
“Oh, nothing, miss.”
“But—”
“Let her alone, Dana. What is it to you?”
“But I want to know,” cried Dana sharply, for a faint suspicion had been in her brain for some weeks past consequent upon a sudden change she had noted in Alison; and this suspicion, increased by the maid’s words, was rapidly growing into a certainty.
“Well, want to know,” said her sister. “I say, why doesn’t that dinner bell ring? I’m hungry.”
“Look here, Maria; I’ve always been kind to you when I’ve come here,” said Dana excitedly.