Don't overlook
that, please."
"But he is really very nice. I should think you _could_ fall in love
with him. Just think how it would please your father and mother.
Just think--"
"I won't be bullied!"
"Am I bullying you?" in amazement.
"No; but father tries to bully me, and you know it."
"You must admit that the--this Mr. Schmidt is handsome, charming,
bright--"
"I admit nothing," said Miss Guile resolutely, and ordered Marie to
dress her hair as carefully as possible. "Take as long as you like,
Marie. I shall not go on deck for hours."
"I--I told him you would be up soon," stammered the poor, man-hating
ex-governess.
"You did?" said Miss Guile, with what was supposed to be a deadly
look in her eyes.
"Well, he enquired," said the other.
"Anything else?" domineered the beauty.
"I forgot to mention one thing. He _did_ ask me if your name was
really Bedelia."
"And what did you tell him?" cried the girl, in sudden agitation.
"I managed to tell him that it was," said Mrs. Gaston stiffly.
"Good!" cried Miss Guile, vastly relieved, and not at all troubled
over the blight that had been put upon a very worthy lady's
conscience.
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