‘I don’t believe you; you only say that to annoy me,’ cried Olive, trembling with passion.

’I am not in the habit of telling lies, and don’t know why you should think I care to annoy you,’ Violet replied, a little too definitely; and, unable to control her feelings any longer, Olive walked out of the room.  Barnes folded up and put away the dresses, and Alice sought for words that would attenuate the unpleasantness of the scene.  But Violet was the quicker with her tongue, and she poured out her excuses.  ’I am so sorry,’ she said, ’but how could I know that she objected to Captain Hibbert’s shooting at the Lawlers’, or that he had promised her not to go there?  I am very sorry, indeed.’

‘Oh I it doesn’t matter,’ said Alice hesitatingly.  ’You know how excitable Olive is.  I don’t think she cares more about Captain Hibbert than anyone else; she was only a little piqued, you know—­the surprise, and she particularly dislikes the Lawlers.  Of course, it is very unpleasant for us to live so near without being able to visit them.’

’Yes, I understand.  I am very sorry.  Do you know where she is gone?  I shouldn’t like to go away without seeing her.’

’I am afraid she has shut herself up in her room.  Next time you meet, she’ll have forgotten all about it.’

Elated, but at the same time a little vexed, Violet followed Alice down to the drawing-room.

’My dear child, what a time you have been!  I thought you were never coming downstairs again,’ said Mrs. Scully.  ’Now, my dear Mrs. Barton, we really must.  We shall meet again, if not before, at the Castle.’

Then stout mother and thin daughter took their leave; but the large carriage, with its sumptuous grey trappings, had not reached the crest of the hill when, swiftly unlocking her door, Olive rushed to Barnes for sympathy.

‘Oh the spiteful little cat!’ she exclaimed.  ’I know why she said that; she’s jealous of me.  You heard her say she hadn’t a lover.  I don’t believe she saw Edward at all, but she wanted to annoy me.  Don’t you think so, Barnes?’

’I’m sure she wanted to annoy you, miss.  I could see it in her eyes.  She has dreadful eyes—­those cold, grey, glittering things.  I could never trust them.  And she hasn’t a bit on her bones.  I don’t know if you noticed, miss, that when you were counting your petticoats she was ashamed of her legs?  There isn’t a bit on them; and I saw her look at yours, miss.’

’Did you really?  She’s like a rail; and as spiteful as she’s lean.  At school nothing made her so angry as when anyone else was praised; and you may be sure that jealousy brought her here.  She heard how Captain Hibbert admired me, and so came on purpose to annoy me.’

‘You may be sure it was that, miss,’ said Barnes, as she bustled about, shutting and opening a variety of cardboard boxes.

For a moment the quarrel looked as if it were going to end here; but in Olive’s brain thoughts leaped as quickly back as forward, and she startled Barnes by declaring wildly that, if Edward had broken his promise to her, she would never speak to him again.