What would happen when they reached Wellington? However would all the girls understand the wonderful turn in events? It was too delicious to contemplate. CHAPTER XXIX—THE BOY STANISLAUS As night gathered around Wellington, and while the fast train cut through the hills, back to the little station where so many happy, and perhaps a few sad hearts had come and gone from the old college, there was hidden in one of the campus houses a girl who had refused her meals, and lay disconsolate on her couch, wretched and alone; perhaps even forgotten by her erstwhile companions. This was Marian Seaton. “Oh, if Jane Allen were only here!” she repeated again and again. “She would be good enough to at least tell me what to do.” Nor was it strange that the avowed enemy of Jane should take refuge in this thought; for Marian Seaton well knew that Jane Allen would never stoop to seek revenge; even from one so unloved as she. But Jane was in New York. She had been away when the storm broke over Marian’s head, and Marian felt the full force of the blow which had fallen without the intervention Jane Allen would have been sure to exert. When Drusilla and Judith had sufficiently recovered from the spell of indignation occasioned by the perusal of the _Bugle_ account of the Barn Swifts and the “Mystery of Wellington College,” they set out directly to call Marian Seaton to account. Nor did they allow her much opportunity for explanation. Marian reluctantly admitted she had given out that information, and also confessed to knowledge of the penalty for such an offense. During the arraignment the girl kept herself up with that courage peculiar to most young offenders. But immediately her inquisitors were gone she collapsed. And there she lay, all in a miserable heap. Poor Marian! Surely Jane would be good to her when she knew how much her sympathy was needed. The fate of Dolorez was of little interest. She might be outside the big gate in the shabby cottage banging around and breaking up the unfortunate furniture, for all anyone within the gates knew or cared; for Dolorez had been expelled peremptorily, the day previous. Not even a kind look from the troops of girls passing in and out was offered to mitigate her indignity. Dolorez evidently cared little for anything other than enterprise, and that of a forbidden variety when found around girls’ colleges, where the fostering of unwholesome vanity is considered detrimental to their interests.