And then, with an unmeaning laugh, she tripped on after Kilian to get that drink of water, which was nothing but a ticket for a moment’s tete-a-tete away from the croquet party.  Richard had seen me by this time, and came in and asked how I felt, and rang the bell in the dining-room, and ordered my breakfast brought.  He did not exactly stay and watch it, but he came in and out of the dining-room enough times to see that I had everything that was dainty and nice (and to see, alas! that I could not eat it); for that piece of news from Mary Leighton had levelled me with the ground again.

That I had missed seeing him was too cruel, and that he looked so ill; how could I bear it?

After my breakfast was taken away, I went into the hall, and sat down on the sofa between the parlor doors.  Pretty soon the people came in from the croquet ground, talking fiercely about a game in which Kilian and Mary had been cheating.  Charlotte Benson was quite angry, and Charley, who had played with her, was enraged.  I thought they were such, fools to care, and Richard looked as if he thought they were all silly children.  The day was warm and close, such a contrast to the day before.  The sudden cold had broken down into a sultry August atmosphere.  The sun, which had been bright an hour ago, was becoming obscured, and the sky was grayish.  Every one felt languid.  We were all sitting about the hall, idly, when a servant brought a note.  It was an invitation; that roused them all—­and for to-day.  There was no time to lose.

The Lowders had sent to ask us all to a croquet party there at four o’clock.

“What an hour!” cried Sophie, who was tired; “I should think they might have let us get rested from the picnic.”

But Charlotte and Henrietta were so much charmed at the prospect of seeing so soon the Frenchman and the young devoted Lowder, that they listened to no criticism on the hour or day.

“How nice!” they said, “we shall get there a little before five—­play for a couple of hours—­then have tea on the lawn, perhaps—­a little dance, and home by moonlight.”  It was a ravishing prospect for their unemployed imaginations, and they left no time in rendering their answer.

For myself, I had taken a firm resolve.  I would never repeat the misery of yesterday; nothing should persuade me to go with them, but I would manage it so that I should be free from every one, even Richard.

Croquet parties are great occasions for pretty costumes; all this was talked over.  What should I wear?  Oh, my gray grenadine, with the violet trimmings, and a gray hat with violet velvet and feather.

“You have everything so perfect for that suit,” said Mary Leighton, in a tone of envy.  “Cravat and parasol and gloves of just the shade of violet.”

“And gray boots,” I said.  “It is a pretty suit.”  No one but Sophie had such expensive clothes as I, but I cannot say at that moment they made me very happy.  I was only thinking how improbable that the gray suit would come out of the box that day, unless I should be obliged to dress to mislead the others till the last.