The foster-sisters

by Lucy Ellen Guernsey

"Hush!" said I, interrupting her. "You must not betray your lady's secrets."

The woman stared at me half amazed.

"I thought you would like to know!" said she. "I thought my lady was your enemy."

"She is not my friend, I fear!" I answered. "Nevertheless, I must do by her as I would be done by. We have no right to return evil for evil, even to our enemies, you know. If you knew any secrets of mine, supposing I ever had any, I should not like to have you tell them to my lady."

"I believe you really are good!" said Wilson. "My lady says you are a canting Methodist. Are you? Did you learn that among the Methodists?"

"I learned it from the word of God!" said I. "Where you may learn many things that will do you good, in this world and the next. As to being a Methodist, I do not know what that means. There, I think your distilling is going on all right now,—" for I had been helping her in the still-room, where she got into unheard of difficulties, and had nearly blown herself up two or three times. "Do not let your still get too hot, and you will do very well."

"I am sure you are very kind to take so much pains for me!" said Mrs. Wilson. "But Miss Corbet, it is on my conscience to tell you one thing which I know, for certain—no matter how," she added, putting her face close to mine. "Lord Bulmer is determined to marry Miss Leighton, and he will make my lady give her to him. As to Sir Julius, he is just a mould of weak calves-foot jelly, he will keep any shape you put him into, so long as he is in it and no longer!"

I retreated to my own room very much moved by what I had heard, and sat down to consider it. I was alone, for Lady Leighton had kept Amabel much with herself for the last few days, and seemed to be trying to conciliate her. I thought over what Wilson had told me, about her lady's being in the power of Lord Bulmer, and I remembered, or, thought I did, that on the evening we had spent with her, she had treated him quite differently from the other young men who formed her court. What hold could such a coxcomb have over this imperious woman of fashion, accustomed to carry all before her? Did she owe him money, or was he in possession of inconvenient knowledge?

"Oh my soul, come not thou into their secret!" I said to myself.

But supposing that Sir Julius and his lady were both against her, would Amabel hold out? Of that I had little fear. But would she not, might she not, be forced into a marriage? Such things were done I knew well enough. I had heard of more instances than one. All things considered, I thought it but right to tell Amabel of what I had heard, and the warning Wilson had given me. I had no chance during the day, but at last she came to our room looking pale and tired enough. Lady Leighton had said no more about changing rooms with us, and indeed she seldom or never came into our part of the house. Like many other perfectly irreligious people, she was very superstitious, would turn pale at the screech of an owl, and be miserable a whole day, because she had dreamed of a white horse, and I owed the only invitation I had received since her arrival, to the fact that there were thirteen people to sit down.