"How disagreeable! I can't live without flowers. I suppose papa will not expect me to stay if I don't like the place?""I'm very busy, Olive; I wish you'd go away!"
The carriage lay smashed a couple of hundred yards from the gates of the avenue."And you also dislike poor Bridget? I can't imagine why you take such strong prejudices."
The girls were leaving the dining room while these thoughts were flashing through Marshall's mind. Dorothy and Janet May were walking side by side.She called Bridget's name, but the wind, which was rather high this morning, carried her voice away from the young girl, who was gayly flitting from one rosebush [Pg 30]to another, ruthlessly pulling the large, full-blown flowers with buds attached."The first thing to do is to appoint a committee," she began.
"The wind dropped as if it were dead. After screeching as if it had the tongues of hundreds of Furies, it was mummer than the timidest mouse that ever crept. The Castle ceased to rock; it was the suddenest and [Pg 42]deadest calm you could possibly imagine. It was miles more frightful than the storm. Just then there came a little puff of a breeze out of the solid stone wall, and out went my candle."
"I never knew before that I had an enemy," said Janet, in her guarded voice.
"No, Bridget, you are to stay here; your dinner will be brought to you." Bridget flushed crimson.
"It's a distinct insult," began Dolly. "I disapprove—I disapprove."