"I had to make an effort to like Martine at first, and now that I am used to her, I can't grow intimate with anyone else."
"Very well, my dear, I think still that you are a little tired. If Martine sees fit to apologize for last Saturday, we can turn over the pages of that chapter."
"Then I may go to see her to-morrow?"
"I never forbade you to go."
"Oh, thank you, aunt Sarah," and as Mrs. Tilworth watched Priscilla's expression brighten, she wondered if in some way she had not been wrong in thinking the child overworked.
CHAPTER IX
WORD FROM BRENDA
Martine was at home when Priscilla called on Saturday morning.
"It's really very condescending in your ladyship to come," she began; "and it's a wonder that you found me. I was to take a riding-lesson to-day, but by good luck I found when I telephoned yesterday that I could have an hour to myself then. So here I have Saturday free, with nothing on my mind but your visit and Brenda's letter."