"Come again soon," he said, accompanying her to the door, "and
send up that novelty Edith, will you?"
"Edith," muttered Grace, as she swept haughtily down the box-lined
walk, and stepped into her carriage. "I'll send her back to the
Asylum, as I live. Why didn't she tell me just how it was, and so
prevent me from making myself ridiculous?"
Grace was far too much disturbed to go home at once. She should do
or say something unlady-like if she did, and she bade Tom drive
her round the village, thus unconsciously giving the offending
Edith a longer time in which to entertain and amuse the guest at
Brier Hill, for Arthur St. Claire had come.
Edith was the first to spy him sauntering slowly up the walk, and
she watched him curiously as he came, mimicing his gait, and
wondering if he didn't feel big.
"Nobody's afraid of you," she soliloquised, "if you do belong to
the firstest family in Virginia." Then, hearing Rachel, who
answered his ring, bid him walk into the parlor and amuse himself
till Mrs. Atherton came, she thought, "Wouldn't it be jolly to go
down and entertain him myself.
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