"Now, this is sheer nonsense," she said. "You know perfectly well, Priscilla, that no better thing could have been done than what has happened to-day. In the first place, you are not disgraced, for the essay you read was quite creditable. It ought to have been, indeed, seeing that it was my work. And, in the second place, you have a year's schooling guaranteed. With your brains, think what you will achieve--a fine scholarship at least, and then Girton as your reward. You mean to say that for the sake of some little pricks of conscience you would not take these advantages? Of course you will! Indeed, you have done so, so there's no good saying anything more about it." "I know there isn't," said Priscilla. "I don't expect sympathy; I deserve all that I can get." She left the room as she spoke. "Oh, isn't she quite too dreadful?" said Annie. "I don't know," answered Mabel; "I expect I'd feel much the same if I were she." The next day Priscilla received a letter from her uncle. She had written to tell him that the funds for another year's schooling had been provided for her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "My dear Priscilla," he wrote, "I am more disappointed than glad at your news; but of course, if a friend wants to pay for your schooling, I don't interfere. You say that you hope to win a scholarship at the end of the term. That may or may not be the case. All that I can say is that I hope you will get it, for it is my intention to wash my hands of you. I made you a sensible offer, and you have rejected it. Your aunt and I agree that as you are too grand for us, _we_, on our part, are too poor for you. Henceforth you may look to your father in India for any assistance you may require. But as I don't want to be hard on you, I am willing to pay a small sum for your support during the coming holidays, which I wish you to spend at Lyttelton School. I enclose money herewith--five pounds. I have no doubt the mistress will keep you for that for it will more than cover your consumption of food. "Good-bye, my dear Priscilla. I look upon you as an instance of want of gratitude. You are too fine a lady for your aunt and me.--Your uncle, Josiah." CHAPTER NINE. THE RECTOR. It was a pretty old Rectory to which Annie Brooke was going in order to spend the first week of her holidays. It was situated on the borders of Wales, and the scenery was superb. Mountains surrounded it, and seemed, after a fashion, to shut it in. But these glorious mountains, with their ever-changing, ever-shifting effects of light and shade, their dark moments, their moments of splendour, were all lost upon such a nature as that of Annie Brooke. She hated the Rectory. Her feelings towards Uncle Maurice were only those of toleration.