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"Yes," said she; "I will go. My address will be at the old house in
Arundel Street. Shall I see you again before I go?" she asked him,
when she stood on the doorstep. "Perhaps you will be busy, and I had
better say goodbye."
"Good-bye," said he, very gloomily; but he took her hand.
"I suppose I had better not disturb my uncle. You will give him my
love. And, John, you will tell some one about my luggage; will you
not?"
He muttered some affirmative, and then went round from the front of
the house, while she entered the hall.
It was now half-past eleven, and she intended to start at half-past
twelve. She went into the drawing-room and not finding her aunt, rang
the bell. Lady Ball was with Sir John, she was told. She then wrote a
note on a scrap of paper, and sent it in:
DEAR AUNT,
I leave here at half-past twelve. Perhaps you would like
to see me before I go.
M. M.
Then, while she was waiting for an answer, she went into the school
room, and said good-bye to all the children.
"But you are coming back, aunt Meg," said the youngest girl.
Margaret stooped down to kiss her, and, when the child saw and felt
the tears, she asked no further questions.
"Lady Ball is in the drawing-room, Miss," a servant said at that
moment, and there she went to fight her last battle!
"What's the meaning of this, Margaret?" said her aunt.
"Simply that I am going. I was to have gone on Monday, as you will
remember."
"But it was understood that you were to stop."
For a moment or two Margaret said nothing.
"I hate these sudden changes," said Lady Ball; "they are hardly
respectable. I don't think you should leave the house in this way,
without having given notice to any one. What will the servants think
of it?"
"They will probably think the truth, aunt. They probably thought
that, when they saw that you did not speak to me yesterday morning.
You can hardly imagine that I should stay in the house under such
circumstances as that."
"You must do as you like, of course."
"In this instance I must, aunt. I suppose I cannot see my uncle?"
"It is quite out of the question."
"Then I will say good-bye to you. I have said good-bye to John.
Good-bye, aunt," and Margaret put out her hand.
But Lady Ball did not put out hers.
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