"You are not equals," said Miss Polehampton, with icy displeasure in her tone--she had spoken very differently to Margaret. "You have to work for your bread: there is no disgrace in that, but it puts you on a different level from that of Miss Margaret Adair, an earl's grand-daughter, and the only child of one of the richest commoners in England. I have never before reminded you of the difference in position between yourself and the young ladies with whom you have hitherto been allowed to associate; and I really think I shall have to adopt another method--unless you conduct yourself, Miss Colwyn, with a little more modesty and propriety." "May I ask what your other method would be?" asked Miss Colwyn, with perfect self-possession. Miss Polehampton looked at her for a moment in silence. "To begin with," she said, "I could order the meals differently, and request you to take yours with the younger children, and in other ways cut you off from the society of the young ladies. And if this failed, I could signify to your father that our arrangement was not satisfactory, and that it had better end at the close of this term." Janetta's eyes fell and her color faded as she heard this threat. It meant a good deal to her. She answered quickly, but with some nervousness of tone. "Of course, that must be as you please, Miss Polehampton. If I do not satisfy you, I must go." "You satisfy me very well except in that one respect. However, I do not ask for any promise from you now. I shall observe your conduct during the next few days, and be guided by what I see. I have already spoken to Miss Adair." Janetta bit her lips. After a pause, she said-- "Is that all? May I go now?" "You may go," said Miss Polehampton, with majesty; and Janetta softly and slowly retired. But as soon as she was outside the door her demeanor changed. She burst into tears as she sped swiftly up the broad staircase, and her eyes were so blinded that she did not even see a white figure hovering on the landing until she found herself suddenly in Margaret's arms. In defiance of all rules--disobedient for nearly the first time in her life--Margaret had waited and watched for Janetta's coming; and now, clasped as closely together as sisters, the two friends held a whispered colloquy on the stairs. "Darling," said Margaret, "was she very unkind?" "She was very horrid, but I suppose she couldn't help it," said Janetta, with a little laugh mixing itself with her sobs. "We mustn't be friends any more, Margaret." "But we will be friends--always, Janetta." "We must not sit together or walk together----" "Janetta, I shall behave to you exactly as I have always done." The gentle Margaret was in revolt. "She will write to your mother, Margaret, and to my father."