She said again humbly, “Let me tell him, Annie. He will only think the more of you because you shielded me.”
But Annie was full of scorn which Margaret could not understand since her nature was not so fine. “Do you think I wish him to?” she said, but in a whisper because she heard voices and footsteps. “You cannot tell him, Margaret.”
Then Von Rosen and Aunt Harriet, whose eyes were dim with recent sleep, came in sight, and Harriet Eustace, who had not seen Margaret since the club meeting, immediately seized upon her two hands and kissed her and congratulated her.
“You dear, wonderful creature,” she said, “we are all so proud of you. Fairbridge is so proud of you and as for us, we can only feel honoured that our little Annie has such a friend. We trust that she will profit by your friendship and we realise that it is such a privilege for her.”
“Thank you,” said Margaret. She turned her head aside. It was rather dreadful, and Annie realised it.
Von Rosen stood by smiling. “I am glad to join in the congratulations,” he said. “In these days of many books, it is a great achievement to have one singled out for special notice. I have not yet had the pleasure of reading the book, but shall certainly have it soon.”
“Thank you,” said Margaret again.
“She should give you an autograph copy,” said Harriet Eustace.
“Yes,” said Margaret. She drew aside Annie and whispered, “I shall tell my husband then. I shall.”
Then she bade them good afternoon in her usually graceful way; murmured something about a little business which she had with Annie and flitted down the pergola in a cloud of wisteria.
“It does seem wonderful,” said Harriet Eustace, “that she should have written that book.”