"I detest him."
The telltale color rushed up into her cheeks as Mrs. Lancaster's eyes rested on her, and as it mounted, those blue eyes grew a little more searching.
"I can scarcely bear to see him when he comes there," said Lois.
"Has he begun to go there again?" Mrs. Lancaster inquired, in some surprise.
"Yes; and he pretends that he is coming to see me!" said the girl, with a flash in her eyes. "You know that is not true?"
"Don't you believe him," said the other, gravely. Her eyes, as they rested on the girl's face, had a very soft light in them.
"Well, we must make it up," she said presently. "You are going to Mrs. Wickersham's?" she asked suddenly.
"Yes; Cousin Louise is going and says I must go. Mr. Wickersham will not be there, you know."
"Yes." She drifted off into a reverie.