Deceived by her daughter’s manner, Lady Helen began to waver in the positive refusal she had given to accompanying her, and Annie was not slow in discovering her advantage; she continued the persuasions she knew so well how to use, concealing the inward struggle it was to veil her discontent at this unwonted humiliation, and suppressing the violence that was ready to break forth, at length succeeded.  Though really feeling too languid for the exertion, the wavering mother could not resist the unusually gentle manner of the persevering daughter, and Miss Grahame flew to her confidant to impart the joyful tidings.

Miss Malison was employed in endeavouring, by commands, exhortations, and threats, to compel her pupil to practise a difficult sonata, which her music-master had desired might be prepared by the time of his next visit.  Now it happened that Lilla Grahame had not the slightest taste for music, and that Miss Malison did not possess the patient perseverance requisite to smooth the difficulty of the task, nor the gentleness necessary to render it more pleasing to her pupil; therefore, in these practising lessons discord ever prevailed over harmony, and the teacher was ever ready to seize the most trifling excuse to neglect her office, and leave Lilla to practise or not as she pleased.

“Malison, chere Malison,” exclaimed Annie, in a tone of glee, as she entered, “do leave that stupid girl and come with me; I have some charming intelligence to communicate.  And it really is no use boring yourself with Lilla; she will never play, try as hard as she can.”

“According to you, I shall do nothing,” burst angrily from her sister’s lips, for her temper, naturally good, though somewhat hasty, had been completely ruined by careless and mistaken treatment.  “If I had been properly taught, I should have done as others do:  if Miss Malison had chosen to take the same pains with me as Miss Harcourt does with Emmeline and Ellen, I should have been a very different girl.”

“Insolent, ungrateful girl! do you dare to say I have neglected my duty?” exclaimed the gouvernante, enraged beyond bounds at this display of insubordination in one whose spirit she had left no means untried to bend to her will, and forgetting herself in the passion of the moment, enforced her words by what is termed a sound box on the ear.

“Now go and tell mamma, pretty dear; or papa, if you like it better,” Miss Grahame said, in a whining tone.

But Lilla answered her not.  A crimson flush for the moment spread over her very temples at the infliction of this indignity, which very quickly gave way to a deadly, almost livid paleness, on which the marks of Miss Malison’s ready fingers were the only spots of red.  Without a word in reply, she hastily rose from the piano and left the room.

“Will she blab?” was the elegant question that was asked as the door closed.