“Telling her what?” exclaimed Fan, the bright resentful red returning to
her pale cheeks.
“Of telling her what she has lost. That she never really knew you, and
what an affection you had for her.”
There was no comfort in this to Fan. Her loss–the thought that she would
never see Mary again–surged back to her heart, and turning away, she
went back to her seat and covered her face again from the other’s sight.
After making her peace with Fan, there remained for Constance the heavy
task of informing her mother. She found her engaged with her needle in
“Mother,” she began, “I have got something very unpleasant to tell you.
Miss Starbrow has written to Fan, casting her off. She tells her to
remain here until her year is up, and then to take care of herself, as
she, Miss Starbrow, will have nothing more to do with her. It is a cold,
heartless letter; and what poor Fan is to do I don’t know.”
Mrs. Churton made no reply for some time, but the news disturbed her