After the emotion she had gone through in the morning, Maggie’s heart
was in that softened, half-tired state when it could be most easily
influenced. She was in no mood for arguing or for defiance of any sort.
“Peace at all hazards” was her motto just now. She was also in so
reckless a mood as to be indifferent to what any one thought of her.
The Elliot-Smiths were not in her “set.” She disliked them and their
ways, but she had met Meta at a friend’s house a week ago. Meta had
been introduced to Miss Oliphant and had pressed her invitation
vigorously. It would be a triumph of triumphs to Meta Elliot-Smith to
introduce the beautiful heiress to her own set. Maggie’s refusal was
not listened to. She was begged to reconsider the question; implored to
be merciful, to be kind; assured of undying gratitude if she would
consent to come even for one short hour.
Miss Day and Miss Marsh were commissioned by Meta to secure Maggie at
all costs.
“You will come?” said Miss Day; “you must come.” Then coming up close
to Maggie, she whispered in an eager voice: “Would not you like to find
out who has taken your five-pound note? Miss Peel is your friend. Would
it not gratify you to clear her?”
“Why should I clear one who can never possibly be suspected?” replied
Miss Oliphant in a voice of anger. Her words were spoken aloud and so
vehemently that Annie Day drew back a step or two in alarm.
“Well, but you would _like_ to know who really took your money?” she
reiterated, again speaking in a whisper.
Maggie was standing by one of the bookcases; she stretched up her hand
to take down a volume. As she did so her eyes rested for a moment on
Priscilla.
“I would as soon suspect myself as her,” she thought, “and yet last
night, for a moment, even I was guilty of an unworthy thought of you,
Prissie, and if I could doubt, why should I blame others? If going to
the Elliot-Smiths’ will establish your innocence, I will go.”
“Well,” said Miss Day, who was watching her face, “I am to see Meta
to-morrow morning; am I to tell her to expect you?”
“Yes,” replied Maggie, “but I wish to say at once, with regard to that
five-pound note, that I am not interested in it. I am so careless about
my money matters, that it is quite possible l may have been mistaken
when I thought I put it into my purse.”
“Oh! oh! but you spoke _so_ confidently this morning.”
“One of my impulses. I wish I had not done it.”
“Having done it, however,” retorted Miss Day, “it is your duty to take
any steps which may be necessary to clear the college of so unpleasant
and disgraceful a charge.”
“You think I can do this by going to the Elliot-Smiths’?”
“Hush! you will spoil all by speaking so loud. Yes, I fully believe we
shall make a discovery on Friday night.”
“You don’t suppose I would go to act the spy?”
“No, no, nothing of the sort; only come— only come!”
Maggie opened her book and glanced at some of its contents before
replying.
“Only come,” repeated Annie in an imploring voice.
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