Atherton's waiting maid."
"Waiting maid!" and Arthur St. Claire took a step or two backwards
as he said: "Why are you in here? This is not your place."
Edith sprang to her feet. She could not misunderstand the feeling
with which he regarded her, and with an air of insulted dignity
worthy of Grace herself, she exclaimed,
"Oh, how I hate you, Arthur St. Claire! At first I thought you
might be good, like Squire Harrington; but you ain't. I can't bear
you. Ugh!"
"Squire Harrington? Does he live near here?" and the face which at
the sight of her anger had dimpled all over with smiles, turned
white as Arthur St. Claire asked this question, to which Edith
replied:
"Yes; he's blind, and he lives up at Collingwood. You can see its
tower now," and she pointed across the fields.
But Arthur did not heed her, and continued to ply her with
questions concerning Mr. Harrington, asking if he had formerly
lived near Geneva, in western New York, if he had a crazy father,
and if he ever came to Brier Hill.
Edith's negative answer to this last query seemed to satisfy him,
and when, mistaking his eagerness for a desire to see her
divinity, Edith patronizingly informed him that he might go with
her some time to Collingwood, he answered her evasively, asking if
Richard recognized voices, as most blind people did.
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