“But I must tell you that I insist upon your conforming to the usages of good society.  Mrs. Inge belongs to one of the very first families in the State; at her house you will meet the best people, and you could not possibly make your debut under more favorable circumstances.  Beside, it is very unnatural that a young girl should not enjoy parties and the society of gay young people.  You are very unnecessarily making a recluse of yourself, and I shall not permit you to refuse such an invitation as Mrs. Inge has sent.  It would be rude in the extreme.”

“Dear Mrs. Murray, you speak of my debut, as if, like other girls, I had nothing else to do but fit myself for society.  These people care nothing for me, and I am as little interested in them.  I have no desire to move for a short time in a circle from which my work in life must soon separate me.”

“To what work do you allude?”

“The support which I must make by teaching.  In a few months I hope to be able to earn all I need, and then—­”

“Then it will be quite time enough to determine what necessity demands; in the meanwhile, as long as you are in my house you must allow me to judge what is proper for you.  Clara Inge is my friend, and I can not allow you to be rude to her.  I have sent the carriage to town for Miss O’Riley, my mantua-maker, and Hagar will make the skirt of your dress.  Come into my room and let her take the measure.”

“Thank you for your kind thoughtfulness, but indeed I do not want to go.  Please let me stay at home!  You can frame some polite excuse, and Mrs. Inge cares not whether I go or stay.  I will write my regrets and—­”

“Don’t be childish, Edna; I care whether you go or stay, and that fact should weigh with you much more than Mrs. Inge’s wishes, for you are quite right in supposing that it is a matter of indifference to her.  Do not keep Hagar waiting.”

Mrs. Murray’s brow clouded, and her lips contracted, as was their habit, when anything displeased her; consequently after a quick glance, Edna followed her to the room where Hagar was at work.  It was the first time the orphan had been invited to a large party, and she shrank from meeting people whose standard of gentility was confined to high birth and handsome fortunes.  Mrs. Inge came frequently to Le Bocage, but Edna’s acquaintance with her was comparatively slight, and in addition to her repugnance to meeting strangers she dreaded seeing Mr. Leigh again so soon, for she felt that an undefinable barrier had suddenly risen between them; the frank, fearless freedom of the old friendship at the parsonage table had vanished.  She began to wish that she had never studied Hebrew, that she had never heard of Basilides, and that the sheik’s ring was back among the ruins of Chilminar.  Mrs. Murray saw her discomposure, but chose to take no notice of it, and superintended her toilet that night with almost as much interest as if she had been her own daughter.