"You," said Janet; she came up and laid her hand on Miss Delicia's arm; her face turned ashy white, so much depended on this moment; "you—you won't tell about—about Bridget, at the same time," she gasped.
Miss Delicia stared back at Janet in amazement.
"Of course not!" she said. "Who could be so heartless as to worry Henrietta about school matters at a moment like this?"
"You won't tell Miss Patience, either?"
"I shall, probably, say nothing until Henrietta returns to the Court. How queer you look, Janet; are you ill?"
"No, no, I am very well indeed," said Janet. She bent forward and kissed Miss Delicia on her forehead, and then ran out of the room.