"Oh, that's an old-world story!" cried Esmeralda, with her head in the
air. Her cheeks had flushed despite her efforts for composure, and she
was uncomfortably conscious that Sylvia was trying to restrain a smile
at this most open contradiction of the implied attachment between Jack
and his Irish neighbour. Her irritation urged her to stronger measures,
and she said testily--
"It proves how little dependence can be placed upon Jack's promises. If
he could forget Mollie, it is no wonder that he changes his mind every
other day. But they made up that quarrel ages ago, and he was over
there shooting in September and squiring her all over the county. You
should not tell tales out of school, Pixie!"
"Was it me? I thought it was yourself. You began saying that they were
such friends, and I thought maybe it would amuse Sylvia to hear--"
"So it does, Pixie. It amuses me extremely," assented Sylvia with an
intentional emphasis, which made Esmeralda wince once more, for, however
innocent the little sister might be, she felt convinced that Sylvia
Trevor thoroughly understood her implied warning, and was by no means
docile in her manner of receiving it. She sat up stiff and erect,
smiling into space with an expression of scornful superiority which
filled the beholder with unwilling admiration. In just such a spirit
would she herself have accepted interference from the lips of a
stranger. She recognised a kindred spirit, and realised that, putting
Jack out of the question, Miss Sylvia Trevor would be a friend after her
own heart.
The repeated invitation had in it a note of sincerity which had been
wanting in the earlier rendering, but Sylvia only murmured, "Thank you!"
in a politely non-committal manner, and shrank back so decidedly from
the proffered kiss that there was no choice but to substitute a formal
handshake in its stead.
The sisters drove off together to the station, and Sylvia was left alone
to relieve pent-up irritation by making one impetuous resolve after
another, to replace each the following moment by one diametrically
different.
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