And then, with his rheumatism, what effect would the wetting have
on him? Filled with this unbearable anxiety, she submitted to her
mother's reproof for her words to Aunt Jane, without making any
attempt to excuse herself, and silently left the house, without
telling the secret of her last, worst outbreak. Lessons had begun,
when she entered the schoolroom, and as she seated herself, she
stole a quick glance at Alan's place. It was vacant.
She had no opportunity to see Molly alone, that afternoon, and no
mention of Alan was made. After school, she walked quickly home
without waiting for the girls, and taking up a book, she sat for
an hour, not speaking, not reading a word, but with her eyes fixed
on the roof of the Hapgood house, going over and over the scenes
of the noon, longing to run to Alan and beg his forgiveness, yet
too proud to do so, so soon. How she wanted to tell her mother the
whole story, and ask her how to undo the harm she had done! But
she dreaded to see her mother's shocked, pained face, so she held
her peace. The long hours till bedtime slowly dragged away, and
for once Polly went up-stairs without her usual goodnight talk.
But, for some reason, sleep would not come to her, even then.
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