Her tone was as deep, her manner of speaking as abrupt and authoritative, as her mother's, but Molly felt the kinder nature underneath.'How are you now, my dear? You look better than you did under the cedar-tree.
So you're to stop here to-night? Clare, don't you think we could find some of those books of engravings that would interest Miss Gibson.' Mrs Kirkpatrick came gliding up to the place where Molly stood; and began petting her with pretty words and actions, while Lady Cuxhaven turned over heavy volumes in search of one that might interest the girl.'Poor darling! I saw you come into the dining-room, looking so shy; and I wanted you to come near me, but I could not make a sign to you, because Lord Cuxhaven was speaking to me at the time, telling me about his travels.
Ah, here is a nice book - Lodge's Portraits ; now I'll sit by you and tell you who they all are, and all about them.Don't trouble yourself any more, dear Lady Cuxhaven; I'll take charge of her; pray leave her to me!' Molly grew hotter and hotter as these last words met her car.If they would only leave her alone, and not labour at being kind to her; would 'not trouble themselves' about her! These words of Mrs Kirkpatrick's seemed to quench the gratitude she was feeling to Lady Cuxhaven for looking for something to amuse her.But, of course, it was a trouble, and she ought never to have been there.By-and-by, Mrs Kirkpatrick was called away to accompany Lady Agnes' song;and then Molly really had a few minutes' enjoyment.She could look round the room, unobserved, and, sure, never was any place out of a king's house so grand and magnificent.Large mirrors, velvet curtains, pictures in their gilded frames, a multitude of dazzling lights decorated the vast saloon, and the floor was studded with groups of ladies and gentlemen, all dressed in gorgeous attire.Suddenly Molly bethought her of the children whom she had accompanied into the dining-room, and to whose ranks she had appeared to belong, - where were they? Gone to bed an hour before, at some quiet signal from their mother.Molly wondered if she might go, too - if she could ever find her way back to the haven of Mrs Kirkpatrick's bedroom.