“Now, that is right,” said Evelyn. “Now we shall have a cozy time; there is nearly an hour before we need go down-stairs. How do you like my room, Sylvia?”
“Very much indeed. I see the second bed has gone.”
“Oh yes. I do not mind a scrap sleeping alone now; in fact, I rather prefer it. Sylvia, I want so badly to confide in you!”
“To confide in me! How? Why?”
“I want to ask you about Jasper. Oh yes, she wants to see me. I can manage to slip out about nine o’clock on Tuesday next; we are not to dine down-stairs on Tuesday night, for there is a big dinner party. She can come to meet me then; I shall be standing by the stile in the shrubbery.”
“But surely Lady Frances will not like you to be out so late!”
“As if I minded her! Sylvia, for goodness’ sake don’t tell me that you are growing goody-goody.”
“No; I never was that,” replied Sylvia. “I don’t think I could be; it is not in me, I am afraid.”
“I hope not; I don’t think Jasper would encourage that sort of thing. Yes, I have a lot to tell her, and you may say from me that I don’t care for school.”
“Oh, I am so sorry! It is incomprehensible to me, for I should think that you would love it.”