Beatrix knew what her grandmamma thought of Lady Jane's violence and temper, and she began to think that something must have happened to ruffle it that evening.
"I wish you'd go, dear, you can do nothing for me," said Lady Jane, ungraciously, with a sudden and sombre change of manner.
"Well, dear Lady Jane, if you think of anything I can do for you, pray send for me; by-and-by you might like me to come and read to you; and would you like me to send your maid?"
"Oh! no—no, no, no—nothing—good-night," repeated Lady Jane, impatiently.
So Beatrix departed, and Lady Jane remained alone in the vast chamber, much more alone than one would be in a smaller one.
CHAPTER XXXII.
Conciliation.
That night again, old Lady Alice, just settling, and having actually swallowed her drops, was disturbed by a visit from Lady Jane, who stood by her dishevelled, flushed, and with that storm-beaten look which weeping leaves behind it. She looked eager, even imploring, so that Lady Alice challenged her with—
"What on earth, Jane, brings you to my bedside at this hour of the night?"