She was coming at mid-term, which in itself was rather exceptional.[Pg 41]Bridget turned and looked at her companion in slow wonder. Janet's remark had the effect of absolutely silencing her; she ate her bacon, munched her toast, and drank off a cup of hot coffee in an amazingly short time, then she jumped up, and shook the crumbs of her meal on to the floor.
Olive left the room with slow, unwilling footsteps, and Janet bent her head over the copy of Molière she was studying.
"Don't do that, Bridget," said Miss Patience; "you are disturbing me."
"And you also dislike poor Bridget? I can't imagine why you take such strong prejudices."
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"There, thank Heaven, I haven't killed her!" exclaimed Bridget.
"I suppose I may go," she said, "if that's all you have got to say?"
The door was opened, and a neatly dressed servant of the name of Marshall entered, bearing a dinner tray.
For the first time there was a faint hesitation in her manner.