In the hall Lady Kitson held out a delicate white hand, with sparkling rings on her fingers, and took Kitty’s grubby one in hers.  Some persons might not have noticed the roughness and stains and marks made by the reins, but Kitty knew that Lady Kitson did.  Her keen eyes missed nothing, and probably before very long she would be retailing to Dr. Trenire all his daughter’s shortcomings, and the crying necessity for sending her away to a good boarding-school at once.

None of the Trenire children liked Lady Kitson, though they could hardly have told you why.  Poor Kitty felt now that she disliked her exceedingly.

“Come into the drawing-room; the girls are there.”

“The girls” were Lady Kitson’s step-daughters.  They were both of them older than Kitty, but were inclined to be very friendly.  The Trenire children, though, did not respond much to their advances; they found them uninteresting and silly, and never felt at home with them.  The truth was, they had no tastes in common, and probably never would have.

Kitty felt glad of their presence now though, for anything would be better, she thought, than to have to sit for a long time with Lady Kitson alone.  At least she felt glad until, having been directed to a low easy-chair facing them all, she suddenly caught sight of the two jagged ends of braid hanging from the front breadth of her dress—­the braid Dan had hacked off with his knife.  Both ends hung down two or three inches, and no eye could avoid seeing them.  From them her glance travelled to her shabby old shoes, the spots on her frock, her hands.  Her face flushed a fiery red and her eyes filled.  Not for any consideration could she at that moment have raised her eyes.  She knew, she felt those gimlet glances, the looks and meaning smiles that were being exchanged, and she writhed under them, while her heart felt very full and sore.  She could not talk, her mind was weighed down.  In her embarrassment she could think of nothing to say, and her hostesses were apparently too absorbed to make an effort either.  Moment after moment of overwhelming wretchedness dragged by.

“I shall never, never forget this,” thought Kitty, “all the rest of my life.  It will make me miserable whenever I think of it.”

At last, to every one’s relief, Lady Kitson went upstairs to join her husband, and with her departure some, at least, of the stiffness was removed.

“Aren’t you hungry?” asked Lettice, the elder of the two girls.  “I am sure you must be after that long drive.”

“No, thank you,” said Kitty soberly.

“Oh, I think you must be.—­Maude, do go and ask Parkin to give us some cake for Kitty.  Be sure and say it is for Kitty.”

“Can’t you go yourself?” asked Maude.  “Parkin is in a fearful temper with me because I told mother about her giving things to Reuben.”

“Bother!  You are always rubbing the servants the wrong way.  I let them do as they like, for the sake of keeping them amiable.  I am awfully hungry, and so is Kitty, if she would only admit it; but if she refuses to, I suppose I must go hungry.”