The squire frowned heavily, his eyes
grimly, piercingly, upon Juliet.
She met his look with steady resolution. "Won't you leave her to rest for
a little while?" she said. "I think she needs it."
"Very well," he said, and though he did not look like yielding she
realized to her surprise that he had done so. He turned to the door. "I
should like a word with you in the library," he said, as he reached it.
"Please come to me there immediately!"
He was gone. Vera turned with a sob and clasped Juliet closely to her.
"He is going to send you away. I know he is," she wailed. "What shall I
do? What shall I do?"
"Lie down!" said Juliet sensibly, releasing herself to settle the tumbled
bedclothes. "Don't cry any more! Just shut your eyes and lie still!"
She laid her down upon the pillow with the words as if she had been a
child, smoothed the rumpled hair again, and after a moment bent and
kissed the hot forehead.
"Oh, thank you!" murmured Mrs. Fielding. "I'm dreadfully unhappy, Juliet.
I don't know what I shall do without you."
"Go to sleep!" said Juliet, tucking her up. "I'll come back presently.
Lie quite still till I do!"
She guessed that exhaustion would come to her aid in this particular as
she drew the curtains close and turned away to face her own ordeal.
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