The gaiety left her face. She sat down on a chair.
“You will get me something to eat, at any rate, Jasper?” she said.
“Yes, of course, miss; you and I can have a cozy meal together.”
“No, thank you,” said Sylvia proudly. “I don’t eat with servants.”
Jasper’s face turned an ugly green color. She looked at Evelyn, but Evelyn only laughed.
“You want to be put in your place, Jas,” was her remark. “You are a little uppish, you know. I am quite pleased with Sylvia. I think she can teach me one or two things.”
“Well,” exclaimed Jasper, “if it is to be cruel and nasty to your own old Jasper, I wish you joy of your future, Miss Evelyn; that I do.—And I am sure, miss,” she added, flashing angry eyes at the unconscious Sylvia, “I do not want to eat with you—not one bit. I am sure your dress ain’t fit for any lady to wear.”
Sylvia got up slowly.
“I am going to look for Audrey,” she said; and before Evelyn could prevent her, she left the room.
“Ain’t she a spiteful, nasty thing!” said the maid the moment Sylvia’s back was turned. “Ain’t she just the very sort that your mother would be mad at your knowing! And I willing to be kind to her and all, and to have a dull evening for her sake, and she ups and cries, ‘I don’t eat with servants.’ Forsooth! I like her ways! I hope, Miss Evelyn, you won’t have nothing more to do with her.”