Again that vexed, baffled look, with a dimly perceptible frown. As she turned away, Anne Bennet rose and seated herself by Julia.
"Look at Frances, Maggie," whispered she, "and tell me what you see in her face."
"What should I see?" laughed Julia, "but pride. I have never been able to find any other expression."
"Then you are a greater simpleton than I; and if I had the stick the fool gave to the king on his death bed, you should have it; for I see a great deal more."
"Wise sister Anne. What do you see?"
"An angry, spiteful, vexed look; as if she had seen a ghost in the music-room, where I know she went just now."
"Nonsense! Even if she had it would not frighten her, she would think it had only made its appearance to fall down and worship her; and would spurn it with her foot."
"I am certain she saw something out there, and I am determined to see what it was."
"Of course," said Julia demurely, "and here comes Mr. Hall to help you."