The girl’s bosom heaved.  She became intensely busy in the bedroom, by dint of some determination; taking off her street things and putting them painstakingly away, straightening objects here or there which did very well as they were.  Flora knocked, and was sent away.  On the mantel was discovered a square lavender box, bearing a blazoned name well known in another city.  Fresh flowers from Canning, these were; and Carlisle, removing the purple tinsel from the bound stems, carefully disposed the blossoms in a bowl of water.  Once in her goings and comings, she encountered her reflection in the mirror, and then she quickly averted her eyes.  One glance of recognition between herself and that poor frightened little thing, and down would come the flood-gates, with profitless explanations to follow in a certain quarter.  She avoided that catastrophe; but not so easily did she elude the echoing words of her neighbor the Colonel, which were like to take on the inflection of an epitaph....

After a time, when the dread of weeping had waned, Cally threw herself down in her chaise-longue near the window, and covered her eyes with her hand.  And now with all her will—­and she had never lacked for will—­she strove to take her mind from what no piety or wit could now amend:  struggling to think and remember how she had tried once, at a price, to set right that wrong she had done.  For other comfort there was none:  what she had written, she had written.  She might give her life to the ways of Dorcas; she might beat her breast and fill her hands with pluckings of her gay hair.  But she could not bring Dalhousie back to life now, or face his poor father as a girl who had done no wrong....

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Life in the House moved on.  There was a caller or two, who found the ladies excused; there was a telephone summons from Miss Evelyn McVey, whose desire it was to entertain Mr. Canning at dinner, but who now met only with a maid’s message; and then, toward seven, there came mamma herself, who was, of course, not so lightly to be disposed of.

But Cally had fortified herself for the little visit, and passed the inspection without mishap.  Mrs. Heth was acquiescent enough in her daughter’s desire to dine upstairs, which saved the bother of hunting up another man in Hugo’s stead, though involving regrettable waste of two covers already prepared.  Mamma lingered for fifteen minutes making arch, tactful inquiries about the afternoon; but she noticed nothing more than was accountable for by the slight headache to which Carlisle frankly admitted.  The little general’s side remarks conceded no doubt whatever that Hugo would present himself very shortly indeed after dinner, for resumption of the agreeable matter in hand.  They should have the library to themselves, she promised, company or no company....

Cally dined at a reading-table, set by the fire.  Later, when the tray was gone and she was alone again, she relapsed into thoughts which had gained unwonted lucidity and vigor.