'
'It is very provoking,' said Lily, pettishly; 'I thought I might
depend--' She turned and saw Miss Weston close to her. 'Oh,
Alethea!' said she, 'I thought you would have heard those girls.'
'I thought you were coming,' said Alethea.
'So I was, but I am sure the bell rang too early. I do wish you had
taken them, Alethea.'
'I am sorry you are vexed,' said Alethea, simply.
'What makes you think I am vexed? I only thought you liked hearing
my class.'
They were by this time at the church door, and as they entered
Alethea blamed herself for feeling grieved, and Lily awoke to a sense
of her unreasonableness. She longed to tell Alethea how sorry she
felt, but she had no opportunity, and she resolved to go to Broomhill
the next day to make her confession. In the night, however, snow
began to fall, and the morning showed the February scene of thawing
snow and pouring rain. Going out was impossible, both on that day
and the next. Wednesday dawned fair and bright; but just after
breakfast Lily received a little note, with the intelligence that Mr.
Weston had arrived at Broomhill on Monday evening, and with his wife
and daughters was to set off that very day to make a visit to some
friends on the way to London.
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