you only making
believe?"

"I didn't intend it as a compliment, I assure you. I didn't think you
were looking very well."

"Did you not? What would you advise? Should I go to the country; or
should I put myself under the doctor's care? Not our big friend, whom
you were going to beat," said Rose, laughing.

"I think you are a very silly girl," said Harry, with dignity.

"You told me that once before, don't you remember? And I don't think
you are at all polite,--do you, Fanny? Come up-stairs, Graeme, and I
will do your hair. It would not be proper to let Harry go alone. He is
in a dreadful temper, is he not?" And Rose made a pretence of being
afraid to go past him. "Mr Millar, cannot you do or say something to
soothe your friend and partner?"

Harry might understand all this, but Graeme could not, and she did not
like this mood of Rose at all. However, she was very quiet; as she
dressed her sister's hair, and spoke of the people they had seen in the
afternoon, and of the exercises at the college, in her usual merry way.
But she did not wish to go out; she was tired, and had a headache,
listening to two or three things at one time, she said, and if Graeme
could only go this once without her, she would be so glad. Graeme did
not try to persuade her, but said she must go to bed, and to sleep at
once, if she were left at home, and then she went away.

She did not go very cheerfully. She had had two or three glimpses of
her sister's face, after she had gone to the other side of the hall with
Harry, before Miss Goldsmith had commenced her whispered confidences to
Rose, and she had seen there a look which brought back her old
misgivings that there was something troubling her darling. She was not
able to put it away again. The foolish, light talk between Rose and
Harry did not tend to re-assure her, and when she bade her sister
good-night, it was all that she could do not to show her anxiety by her
words. But she only said, "good-night, and go to sleep," and then went
down-stairs with a heavy heart. She wanted to speak with Harry about
the sharp words that had more than once passed between him and Rose of
late; but Mr Millar walked with them, and she could not do so, and it
was with an anxious and preoccupied mind that she entered Mr Roxbury's
house.

The drawing-room was very handsome, of course, with very little to
distinguish it from the many fine rooms of her friends. Yet when Graeme
stood for a mo