y the girls followed Hollyhock to their rooms. It has been
said already that Hollyhock's room and Leucha's were side by side.
Hollyhock went up to bed on this special night before nine o'clock.
She guessed well that Leucha would be in her room. In case anything
happened--_in case!_ but of course nothing would happen--she had left a
message for Leuchy with the other girls of the school; but now, as she
passed her door, a desire to make one last effort to speak to her, to
be friends with her once more, came over the brave child with a
passionate force.

She tapped at the door, and without waiting for an answer opened it
softly and went in. She had spent days in that room as sick-nurse.
How uncomfortable that camp-bed was, too; how restless and exigent was
Leucha! But the room looked tidy enough now with the camp-bed removed
and a brilliant fire blazing in the grate. Certainly the Duke's school
did not lack for luxury.

Leucha was seated by the fire. Her face was pale, and her light, thin
hair was unbecomingly dressed. She had been forced, of course, to
dress for the evening; but she was now wearing an old tea-gown, which
had been made for her out of one of Lady Crossways' worn-out garments.
The tea-gown was of a light brown; the make was poor, but it was warm
and comfortable, although nothing could be more trying to Leucha's
appearance. Holly could have worn it, as she could wear anything with
effect; but Leucha, with her pale eyes and scanty locks, was a
different sort of being. The brown tea-gown certainly did not suit
her. Hollyhock, who was wearing a dress of soft silk and brightest
crimson in colour, looked a magnificent young figure beside the dowdy
Leucha.

Leucha knew at once that she looked dowdy, and hated Holly all the more
for showing herself off, as she expressed it.

'What have you come for?' she said. 'I haven't invited you.'

'I only thought, Leuchy dear, I 'd like to say good-night,' said Holly
in her rich, gentle tones.

'Oh, good-night, good-night. But surely you are not going to bed yet?'

'Yes, that I am. My head aches, and there's no place for an aching
head like bed. I thought perhaps, perhaps'--Hollyhock's voice
trembled--'you'd give me one kiss, Leuchy.'

'Don't be such a goose,' said Leucha. 'I don't want to kiss you.'

'Very well; good-night, Leuchy dear!'

Hollyhock went into her own room. The moment she had gone Leucha
became possessed by a tremendous desire to give