Dolores thought it was she who ought to forgive, but the force against her was overpowering, though still she hesitated. ‘But if I promise not to tell,’ she said, ‘how do I know what may be done to me?’ ‘You might trust us,’ cried Mysie, with flashing eyes. ‘And I can tell you,’ added Wilfred, ‘that if you do tell, it will be ever so much the worse for you--girl that you are.’ ‘War to the knife! Cried Valetta, and everybody except Mysie joined in the outcry. ‘War to the knife with traitors in the camp.’ Mysie managed to produce a pause, and again acted orator. ‘You see, Dolores, if you did tell, it would not be possible for mamma or Gill to be always looking after you, and I couldn’t do you much good--and if all these three are set against you, and are horrid to you, and I couldn’t do you much good--horrid to you, you’ll have no peace in your life; and, after all, we only ask of you to give and take in a good-natured sort of way, and not to be always making a fuss about everything you don’t like. It is the only way, I assure you.’ Dolores saw the fates were against her, and said-- ‘Very well.’ ‘You promise?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Then we forgive you, and here’s the box of chocolate things Aunt Ada brought. We’ll have a cigar all round and be friends. Smoke the pipe of peace.’ Dolores afterwards thought how grand it would have been to have replied, ‘Dolores Mohun will never be intimidated;’ but the fact was that her spirit did quail at the thought of the tortures which the two boys might inflict on her if Mysie abandoned her to their mercy, and she was relieved, as well as surprised to find that her offence was condoned, and she was treated as if nothing had happened. Meantime Aunt Jane was asking in the drawing-room, ‘How do you get on?’ ‘Fairly well,’ was Lady Merrifield’s answer. ‘We shall work together in time.’ ‘What does Gill say?’ asked the aunt, rather mischievously. ‘Well,’ said the young lady, ‘I don’t think we get on at all, not even poor Mysie, who works steadily on at her, gets snubbed a dozen times a day, and never seems to feel it.’ I hoped her father would have sent her to school,’ said Aunt Adeline. ‘I knew she would be troublesome. She has all her mother’s pride.’ ‘The proudest people are those who have least to be proud of,’ said Aunt Jane. ‘School would have hardened the crust and kept up the alienation,’ said Lady Merrifield. ‘Perhaps not. It might teach her to value the holidays, and learn that blood is thicker than water,’ said Miss Jane. ‘It is always in reserve,’ added Miss Adeline. ‘Yes, Maurice told her to send her if I grew tired of her, as he said,’ replied Lady Merrifield, ‘but of course I should not think of that unless for very strong reasons.’ ‘Oh, mamma!’ and Gillian remained with her mouth open. ‘Well?’ said Aunt Jane.