"Delightful young person," commented Emma dryly, as the resounding slam of the door echoed through the room.
Grace walked slowly over to the chair which she had been occupying when Evelyn had made her tempestuous entrance, and sat down. There was a brief silence, then, "Do you suppose Miss Wilder will send Evelyn home?"
"Grace, you aren't going to try to intercede for that hateful girl after this," Emma's tones quivered with vexation.
"I don't know. I suppose it wouldn't be of much use. Miss Wilder won't tolerate out and out disobedience. I—yes, Emma, I'm going to see if I can save her. I'm going now."
Grace sprang from her chair and began slipping into her wraps.
Emma eyed her moodily, struggling between approval and disapproval, but saying nothing.
"Good-bye, dear," called Grace over her shoulder as she hurried out the door. "I'm afraid I'll be late for dinner. Don't wait for me."
Outside the house she paused, glanced toward Overton Hall, then set off in the opposite direction toward Miss Wilder's home.
"I hope she's at home," was Grace's anxious thought as she rang the bell.
"Miss Wilder's in the library, miss. I'll call her," informed the maid. "Come in. It's Miss Harlowe wants to see her, isn't it?"