Wouldn't that be delightful? Why, what a
gloomy little face! Rose, I believe you are angry because I accepted
Felicie's invitation. But I am not going to leave you alone again. I must
remember you are not like Clare. You are vexed with me, now confess it."
"I see you could not help it," Rose answered wearily. "And I was glad to
go home. I shall go again on Saturday. You must come with me, Pauline."
"Don't tell your aunt that I wanted you to go to the concert alone, then,"
said Pauline, with a laugh. "She is such a dear old-fashioned thing, she
might be shocked at me. And I believe you were shocked, just a little. How
Clare would have laughed at you!"
There was an expression of alarm in Pauline's eyes as she watched Rose.
She began to fear that she had really offended her by her behaviour. She
had been so sure of her influence that she had not thought it necessary to
consider her, but she told herself now that she had been distinctly
foolish. And she tried her best to make Rose forget that she had been
deserted for a new friend. But she could not chase away the shadow from
Rose's face. It was not her disappointment about the concert which had
brought it there. It was the feeling that she was not being missed at
home.
Next morning she was practising her scales in the sitting-room, after
Pauline had gone to give some lessons, when Tom was ushered in by Mrs.
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