“Do run up and put on your things. I know you can be spared quite well. I want a whole day in the woods. We can catch the next train to Hurst Castle, and my little pony trap is waiting. Be quick, Marcia, be quick.”
Marcia flew from the room. Now indeed was Clara’s chance.
“I hope you’re not hurt, Miss St. Just,” she began. “If I’d known even for a single moment that you valued those things—”
“Thank you,” said Angela, “I value their memory. Of course the place is no longer ours, and you have the right to do as you like with your own.”
“Then you think we did wrong? You, who know so much better.”
“I will try not to think so; but don’t ask me about Court Prospect. Let us forget that you live there.”
“Then you won’t come to see us? We are so anxious to know you.”
“How kind of you,” said Angela sweetly. “What a hot day this is; don’t you find it so?”
“Well, yes; but at Court Prospect it is much cooler.”
“Of course; you are more in the country.”