"What a remarkable-looking man!" said Margaret. "I wonder if I can have seen him anywhere. There is something about his face—"
"Oh, there is the swing!" cried Peggy. "Come along, Margaret; I'll race you to that big chestnut-tree!" and away flew the two girls over the smooth green turf.
CHAPTER IV.
CONFIDENCE.
"What are you doing, très chère?" asked Rita, suddenly appearing at Margaret's door. "How is it you pass your time so cheerfully? how to live, in this deplorable solitude? You see me fading away, positively a shadow, in this hideous solitude!"
Margaret looked up cheerfully from her work.
"Come in, daughter of despair!" she said. And Rita came in and flung herself on the sofa with a tragic air.
"You are doing—what?" she demanded.