"No, I only wanted to see what sort of woman to be," she said. She walked to the open window.
"I'm not going to adopt you," said the old man, "so go—GO! Never let me see you inside my gates again—by day or by night. Go!"
And once more Betty took a swift departure by way of the balcony door. And again she left a bonnet behind her.
CHAPTER XIII
"IF I WERE ONLY YOU!"
The third Saturday and Sunday before the ending of term, Dorothea spent with her "intimate" friend, Alma Montague.
Alma's home was a very beautiful one at Elizabeth Bay, and, as Dot told her mother, there were parlour-maid, housemaid, kitchen-maid and every other sort of maid there.
Dot slept in one of the visitor's rooms, and had a bathroom and a sitting-room opening off her bedroom for her exclusive use. The sitting-room and bedroom were "treated" with the same colouring—a tender wonderful shade of blue. The wall paper was just suggestive of blue; the ceiling was delicately veined with blue; the curtains were, Dot felt certain, blue. The easy chairs and the lounge, the footstools and the cushions were dull blue.
Such a beautiful room.