at Lambeth?” Rosalie colored. “Yes; but please don’t remember me!” she returned. Helen eyed her sharply. “I mean it,” said Rosalie. “You’re very kind, but I’ll tell you some time.” She turned away, and Robert Nixon advanced toward them. “Pardon me, Miss Maynard, I thought you were ahead of me.” Then when they had[105] moved toward the door, he laughed. “Have you caught the infection? Mother is gravely considering getting the girl’s address and having her come to Boston.” [105] “She blushed like the traditional rose when I spoke to her,” returned Helen, and said no more. The recognition of her school-friend put Rosalie in a new flutter; and yet such was the joy of sitting on the back seat of the stage with Betsy that she had not the heart to hope for orders to stay at the Fountain House. For the hundredth time she calculated what money Mrs. Bruce had expended on her course in English, and for the hundredth time felt herself wither under the scorn of that lady’s eyes should she recognize her and discover that, after all, she had not been able to rise above the level where she was found. “If I could only pay her! If I could only pay her!” sang through the girl’s head like an ever-recurring refrain. The sudden announcement that the Fountain Geyser was about to play caused a stampede among the guests of the hotel, and everybody who had wraps to withstand the cold of the July evening hastened out to be in time for the show. [106] [106] Mrs. Bruce was greatly excited. “It’s a shame, a perfect shame that the Company don’t warn people to bring flannels and furs,” she said. “Even my sweater feels like muslin.” “You’re going to wear my overcoat, Madama,” said Irving, beginning to put it about her.
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