A SOLICITED INVITATION
AS the school term progressed and Agnes Hosking continued to evince
a friendly spirit towards Violet, the uneasiness which the latter had
experienced when she had discovered her old school-fellow at Helmsford
College lessened considerably, if it did not altogether leave her; and
she was beginning to tell herself that, perhaps, after all, she had
misjudged Agnes, when she was enlightened as to the reason of the
other girl's overtures of friendship.
It came about in this way. One fine March afternoon Violet was
standing, with several of her school-fellows, watching a game of
hockey, which was being played on the College ground, when Agnes came
up and entered into conversation with her. At first Violet, who was
intent on the game, in which she was greatly interested because Ann
Reed was one of the players, paid but little attention to what Agnes
was saying; but, by-and-by, she became aware that her companion was
bemoaning the fact that she had no friends in Barford to ask her out
to tea on the weekly holiday, and that she was hinting that an
invitation to spend a Saturday afternoon at the Reeds' house would be
very welcome.
"I've spent all my Saturdays here so far—not one of the day-scholars
has asked me to her home," she complained, "it's hard lines on me,
isn't it?"
"Yes," agreed Violet, but without much sympathy in her tone; "you're
in the same box as a great many others, though, and with such a lot of
girls you cannot very well be dull."
"I find it very monotonous, and so would you if you were in my place."
"I daresay." There was indifference in Violet's voice and manner.
"You have the best of it, Violet. Anyone can see you have a very good
time with the Reeds."
"They are such very kind people," Violet replied, heartily.
"I suppose they let you do as you like in every way?" suggested Agnes.
"There you are quite wrong. I am treated just as Ann is, but she can't
do exactly as she likes always."
"At any rate she can ask her friends to tea with her on Saturdays,
if she likes, can't she?"
"Oh, yes! The Garrets came last week."
The Garrets were two girls whose parents were in India. They were
boarders at Helmsford College and spent their holidays with their
grandmother, their father's mother, who lived in a fine, old country
house about three miles from Barford. They were pleasant, unaffected
girls, the younger about the age of Ann herself, the elder a year
her senior.
"I wish you'd get Ann Reed to ask me to tea on Saturday, Violet," said
Agnes, in a coaxing tone, perceiving that she would not acquire her
end by hinting, and, accordingly, speaking out, "I should like to see
what her home is like."
"It's not nearly such a grand home as yours," Violet answered
evasively, finding herself in an awkward position, "you wouldn't think
much of it."
"Nonsense! You say that to put me off!" Agnes exclaimed, an angry
flush rising to her face. "I know the Reeds are well-to-do people,"
she continued; "I see what it is, you want to keep your friends
to yourself, and I call it very mean of you. You know very well that
if you suggested to Ann that she should ask me to tea one Saturday
she would do it; she's very good-natured, and you and I are such old
friends—"
"That's not true!" Violet broke in impetuously, growing very red and
speaking with a want of caution she afterwards regretted. "You know
you were never friendly with me when we were at Miss Minter's, nor
with Ruth. You used to snub us, and I haven't forgotten it. Why should
I pretend to Ann that I wish to ask you to tea when I don't?
You wouldn't want to be Ann Reed's visitor if she lived in a poky
house—"
"Like your home at Streatham," interrupted Agnes, a gleam of malice
in her eyes. She laughed in a sneering fashion. "No, I wouldn't," she
declared, emphatically, adding: "I think you'd better get her to ask
me, though, all the same."
There was a decided threat in the girl's tone, and Violet cast
a suspicious, inquiring glance at her.
"I want to be friendly with Ann Reed," Agnes continued, "I was sent
to Helmsford College that I should make friends with girls whose
parents hold good positions, and, though Ann's grandmother was only
a common servant, I've heard from several of the day-scholars that Dr.
Reed and his wife visit in the best society in Barford, and that the
doctor's practice brings him in a big income. Don't be nasty, Violet;
for if you are I shall make things very disagreeable for you, and you
won't like that."
"I don't understand what you mean," Violet said uneasily. She was
trembling with indignation and apprehension of she knew not what.
"Don't you? Nonsense! You know well enough. Do you imagine that I
haven't found out you're here under false pretences?"
"False pretences!" echoed Violet, her voice shrill with wrath.
"How dare you say that to me? It's not true! You know it's not!"
"Hush, hush!" cried Agnes, glancing quickly around. Violet's late
companions had moved away, however, and, as no one was very near,
Agnes continued: "It is true, so what is the good of your denying it.
You pretend that you are on an equality with the Reeds when it's no
such thing. They have taken you out of charity, and are providing for
you in every way. Oh, it's useless your being angry and looking at me
in that haughty way, for I've found out all about it from friends at
Streatham."
Violet had grown exceedingly white, and she could scarcely speak
for passion. At that moment she felt that she positively hated Agnes
Hosking; but, with a great effort, she succeeded in curbing her rage,
and answered with a calmness which surprised her companion:—
"I have made no pretence about anything, and you have no right
whatever to speak to me in such an insulting fashion. If I am living
on the Reeds' charity, what is that to you?"
"But are you?" asked Agnes, who was by no means sure of what she had
stated.
"You say so," Violet responded haughtily, "but, if you are in the
least doubtful on the point, why not ask Ann? She will no doubt tell
you the truth. By all means ask Ann."
But Agnes had no intention of doing that. She began to see that she
had gone too far and had made a mistake in taunting Violet, so she
commenced to temporise.
"We won't quarrel, for that's foolish," she said; "but, really, it was
your fault that I spoke out as I did. Haven't I tried to be friendly
with you? Wasn't I pleased to meet you here? And yet, when I suggested
that you might get Ann Reed to ask me to her house to tea you began
to put me off immediately. That aggravated me, naturally, and I am
quick-tempered. Come, Violet, get Ann to invite me for next Saturday
afternoon and I will promise not to let you down before the other
girls."
"How could you 'let me down' as you express it?" Violet inquired,
vainly trying to hide the anxiety she was experiencing.
"I could tell them that your father is so poor he couldn't possibly
afford to pay for you to board with the Reeds or for your school fees,
and you wouldn't like everybody to know that, I suppose? I can assure
you that your position here would be very different to what it is if
it were known you were being educated by charity. I will keep all this
to myself, though, if you will only do what I ask you."
Violet was silent. She had entirely lost all interest in the game of
hockey now, and, though she still gazed at the players, it was with
unseeing eyes which noted none of their movements. Her thoughts had
flown to her own home, to her hard-working father who certainly did
his best for his family, to her mother, and sisters, and the boys.
Why should she mind if her companion spoke of the poverty of her home
to her school-fellows? she asked herself. The Reeds saw nothing to be
ashamed of in connection with it, and, though the majority of the
girls at Helmsford College were the children of wealthy parents, and
it would certainly be humiliating to have her private affairs brought
under discussion, she felt most disinclined to give way to Agnes
Hosking.
Ah, but what she did mind was that Agnes would inform everybody that
she was being educated at the expense of Dr. Reed—by charity, as she
had said. There lay the sting. So kind and considerate had the Reeds
been to her that her position in her new home had seemed quite
natural, and the thought of being pointed at as an object for charity
galled her immeasurably. Never before in her life had she experienced
such a sense of keen humiliation, and she felt she should never be
able to hold up her head at Helmsford College again if Agnes carried
out her threat and told the girls that she was being educated by
charity. How much did Agnes know? she wondered. Did she know that
Dr. Reed paid all her expenses and even kept her supplied in
pocket-money? Would she tell the girls that? Oh, it was unendurable
even to contemplate it! She would do anything to prevent it.
"Well?" said Agnes interrogatively, at length. She had been watching
the varying expressions which had flitted across her companion's
telltale countenance with evident curiosity.
"If I get Ann to ask you to tea next Saturday will you promise not
to meddle in my concerns?" asked Violet, rather shame-facedly.
"Oh, yes! I don't want to be nasty in any way," Agnes returned, with a
gleam of triumph in her eyes. It was true, then, she thought, that
Violet was being provided for by Dr. Reed. Her last letter from home
had informed her that such was reported to be the case; now, Violet's
behaviour set the matter beyond a doubt.
"Well, I will do as you wish," Violet told her, after a minute's
hesitation.
"Oh, thank you!"
"You needn't thank me."
"You won't bear malice, Violet?" questioned Agnes, glancing rather
doubtfully at her companion's gloomy countenance.
"You've said to me what I will never forgive," Violet answered
deliberately, "but I'm not going to quarrel with you. I think you are
the meanest girl I ever met, though, and I know I'm foolish to give
in to you like this, but—but—"
She turned away with trembling lips and eyes dim with tears of mingled
anger, shame, and humiliation. She was fully aware that she was acting
foolishly and weakly; but public opinion meant so much to her, and she
feared to jeopardize her position at Helmsford College. Her school
fellows were very friendly to her now, but who could tell what their
treatment of her would be if they became aware that she was being
provided for and educated by charity?
As soon as the game of hockey was over Ann joined Violet, and the two
girls left the College grounds and turned homewards together. For a
while Ann talked of the game and the various players, but by-and-by
she remarked:—
"I saw you and Agnes Hosking together, but I fancied you did not look
very pleased, Violet."
"No," Violet answered laconically, with a deep-drawn sigh. She longed
to take Arm into her confidence, but she realised she could not do
that after the promise she had made to Agnes. Already she was
beginning to wish that promise had never been given. "Agnes tells me
that she has spent all her Saturdays at the College so far," she
continued, after a brief pause, "no one has asked her out to tea,
and—and she put it to me that she would much like to come to tea with
us. I wonder if Mrs. Reed would let us ask her, Ann?"
"Oh, yes," Ann replied readily, though she was decidedly surprised.
"It is very kind of you to wish it, Violet, for I know you are not
very fond of her," she added.
"I am not fond of her at all; but she has no friends in the place,
and—and if you do not mind—" Violet broke off, and looked at her
companion half deprecatingly, half appealingly.
"I do not mind at all," Ann asserted. "Agnes has always been most
friendly to me, but I have kept her rather at a distance on account of
what you told me of the way in which she used to treat you and your
sisters. We'll ask her for next Saturday if mother agrees, shall we?"
"Thank you," said Violet, in a low voice which trembled slightly.
"You really wish it, don't you?" Ann asked, a puzzled expression
crossing her face. Then, as Violet assented, she said: "Is there
anyone else you would like to invite with Agnes, or shall we have her
alone?"
"Oh, have her alone," replied Violet; "that will be the best way."
So it was settled, and the following day, Mrs. Reed's consent having
been obtained, the invitation was given and accepted. In the letter
which Violet wrote home in the evening, she mentioned that Agnes
Hosking was coming to tea on Saturday, a piece of news which was
received with great amazement by her sisters, Ruth openly avowing that
she was sorry to hear it.
"Why should you be sorry, my dear?" asked Mrs. Wyndham, who had read
Violet's letter aloud. It had arrived by the afternoon post, and was
under discussion at the tea-table.
"Because I mistrust Agnes Hosking," Ruth promptly replied; "you cannot
imagine how insufferably insolent she used to be to us at Miss
Minter's, simply because she was a rich man's daughter and had plenty
of money to spend whilst we were poor. I was so annoyed when she took
Violet to her home—or, rather, I was annoyed on hearing about it
afterwards. Violet ought not to have gone, but she was curious to see
what the Hosking's house was like, she realised that Agnes only took
her there to show off."
"Perhaps Agnes has improved," suggested Madge; "you know Violet has
said in several of her letters that she seemed to wish to be
friendly."
Ruth shook her head incredulously, for she had good reason to mistrust
her old school-fellow, and many a slighting remark the arrogant girl
had made to pain and annoy her returned to her memory. She considered
Violet very foolish to have become intimate with Agnes Hosking, as she
argued that she must have done if she was on sufficiently cordial
terms with her to introduce her into the Reeds' home. She would have
been shocked and dismayed had she known the true facts of the case;
and as it was, she blamed Violet openly, and wondered how she could
endure to cultivate the friendship of one who had sneered at her
father—an unpardonable affront in Ruth's sight—and slighted her
sisters and herself.