Don't hurry," Maria said, conventionally; but Lily kissed Maria and
went.
Maria knew that her manner had driven Lily away, but she did not feel
as if she could endure hearing her confidences, and Lily's
confidences had all the impetus of a mountain stream. Had she
remained, they could not have been finally checked. Maria moved her
window curtains slightly and watched Lily flitting across the yard.
She saw her enter the door, and also saw, quite distinctly the shadow
of a man upon the white curtain as he rose to greet her when she
entered. She wondered whether the man was Dr. Ellridge, or George
Ramsey. The shadow looked like that of the older man, she thought,
and she was not mistaken.
Lily, on entering the sitting-room, found Dr. Ellridge with her
mother, and her mother's face was flushed, and she had a conscious
simper. Lily said good-evening, and sat down as usual with her
fancy-work, after she had removed her wraps, but soon her mother said
to her that there was a good fire in her own room, and she thought
that she had better go to bed early, as she must be tired, and Dr.
Ellridge echoed her with rather a foolish expression.
"I don't think you ought to sit up late working on embroidery, Lily,"
he said. "You are looking tired to-night. You must let me prescribe
for you a glass of hot milk and bed."
Lily looked at both of them with wondering gentleness, then she rose.
"There is a good fire in the kitchen," said her mother, "and Hannah
will heat the milk for you. You had better do as Dr. Ellridge said.
You are going out to-morrow night, too, you know."
Lily said good-night, and went out with a smouldering disquiet in her
heart. When she asked Hannah out in the kitchen to heat the milk for
her, because Dr. Ellridge said she must drink it and then go to bed,
the girl, who had been long with the family and considered that she
in reality was the main-spring of the house, eyed her curiously.
"Said you had better go to bed?" said she. "Why, it isn't nine
o'clock!"
"He said I looked tired, Hannah," said Lily faintly.
Hannah, who was a large, high-shouldered Nova Scotia girl, with a
large, flat face obscured with freckles, sniffed. Lily heard her say
quite distinctly as she went into the pantry for the milk, that she
called it a shame when there were so many grown-up daughters to think
of, for her part.
Lily knew what she meant. She sat quite pale and still while the milk
was heating, and then drank it m
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