On the evening of that day Cecil Temple knocked at the door of Mrs
Willis's private sitting-room.
"Ah, Cecil! is that you?" said her governess. "I am always glad to see
you, dear; but I happen to be particularly busy to-night. Have you
anything in particular to say to me?"
"I only wanted to talk about Annie, Mrs Willis. You believe in her at
last, don't you?"
"Believe in her at last!" said the head-mistress in a tone of
astonishment and deep pain. "No, Cecil, my dear; you ask too much of my
faith. I do not believe in Annie."
Cecil paused; she hesitated, and seemed half afraid to proceed.
"Perhaps," she said at last in a slightly timid tone, "you have not seen
her since this morning?"
"No; I have been particularly busy. Besides, the eight culprits are
under punishment; part of their punishment is that I will not see them."
"Don't you think, Mrs Willis," said Cecil, "that Annie made rather a
brave confession this morning?"
"I admit, my dear, that Annie spoke in somewhat of her old impulsive
way; she blamed herself, and did not try to screen her--misdemeanours
behind her companions. In this one particular she reminded me of the
old Annie who, notwithstanding all her faults. I used to trust and
love. But as to her confession being very brave, my dear Cecil, you
must remember that she did not _confess_ until she was obliged; she
knew, and so did all the other girls, that I could have got the truth
out of old Betty had they chosen to keep their lips sealed. Then, my
dear, consider what she did. On the very night that I was away she
violated the trust I had in her--she bade me `good-bye' with smiles and
sweet glances, and then she did this in my absence. No, Cecil, I fear
poor Annie is not what we thought her. She has done untold mischief
during the half-year, and has willfully lied and deceived me. I find,
on comparing dates, that it was on the very night of the girls picnic
that Dora's theme was changed. There is no doubt whatever that Annie
was the guilty person. I did my best to believe in her, and to depend
on Mr Everard's judgment of her character, but I confess I can do so no
longer. Cecil, dear, I am not surprised that you look pale and sad.
No, we will not give up this poor Annie; we will try to love her even
through her sin. Ah! poor child, poor child! how much I have prayed for
her! She was to me as a child of my own. Now, dear Cecil, I must ask
you to leave me."
Cecil went slowly out of her governess's presence, and, wandering across
the wide stone hall, she entered the play-room. It happened to be a wet
night, and the room was full of girls, who hung together in groups and
whispered softly. There were no loud voices, and, except from the
little ones, there was no laughter. A great depression hung over the
place, and few could have recognised the happy girls of Lavender House
in these sad young faces. Cecil walked slowly into the room, and
presently finding Hester Thornton, she sat down by her side.
"I can't get Mrs Willis to see it," she said very sadly. "What?" asked
Hester.
"Why, that we have got our old Annie back again; that she did take the
girls out to that picnic, and was as wild, and reckless, and naughty as
possible about it; and then, just like the old Annie I have always
known, the moment the fun was over she began to repent, and that she has
gone on repenting ever since, which has accounted for her poor, sad
little face and white cheeks. Of course she longed to tell--Nora and
Phyllis have told me so--but she would not betray them. Now at last
there is a load off her heart, and, though she is in great disgrace and
punishment, she is not very unhappy. I went to see her an hour ago, and
I saw in her face that my own darling Annie has returned. But what do
you think Mrs Willis does, Hester? She is so hurt and disappointed,
that she believes Annie is guilty of the other thing--she believes that
Annie stole Dora's theme, and that she caricatured her in my book some
time ago. She believes it--she is sure of it. Now, do you think,
Hester, that Annie's face would look quite peaceful and happy to-night
if she had only confessed half her faults--if she had this meanness,
this sin, these lies still resting on her soul? Oh! I wish Mrs Willis
would see her! I wish--I wish I but I can do nothing. You agree with
me, don't you, Hester? Just put yourself in Annie's place, and tell me
if _you_ would feel happy, and if your heart would be at rest, if you
had only confessed half your sin, and if through you all your
school-fellows were under disgrace and suspicion? You could not, could
you, Hester? Why, Hester, how white you are!"
"You are so metaphysical," said Hester, rising; "you quite puzzle me.
How can I put myself in your friend Annie's place? I never understood
her--I never wanted to. Put myself in her place?--no, certainly that
I'm never likely to. I hope that I shall never be in such a
predicament."
Hester walked away, and Cecil sat still in great perplexity. Cecil was
a girl with a true sense of religion. The love of God guided every
action of her simple and straightforward life. She was neither
beautiful nor clever; but no one in the school was more respected and
honoured, no one more sincerely loved. Cecil knew what the peace of God
meant, and when she saw even a shadowy reflection of that peace on
Annie's little face, she was right in believing that she must be
innocent of the guilt which was attributed to her.
The whole school assembled for prayers that night in the little chapel,
and Mr Everard, who had heard the story of that day's confession from
Mrs Willis, said a few words appropriate to the occasion to the unhappy
young girls.
Whatever effect his words had on the others, and they were very simple
and straightforward, Annie's face grew quiet and peaceful as she
listened to them. The old clergyman assured the girls that God was
waiting to forgive those who truly repented, and that the way to repent
was to rise up and sin no more.
"The present fun is not worth the after-pain," he said in conclusion.
"It is an old saying that stolen waters are sweet, but only at the time:
afterwards only those who drink of them know the full extent of their
bitterness."
This little address from Mr Everard strengthened poor Annie for an
ordeal which was immediately before her, for Mrs Willis asked all the
school to follow her to the play-room, and there she told them that she
was about to restore to them their lost privileges; that circumstances,
in her opinion, now so strongly pointed the guilt of the stolen essay in
the direction of one girl, that she could no longer ask the school to
suffer for her sake.
"She still refuses to confess her sin," said Mrs Willis, "but, unless
another girl proclaims herself guilty, and proves to me beyond doubt
that she drew the caricature which was found in Cecil Temple's book, and
that she changed Dora Russell's essay, and, imitating her hand, put
another in its place, I proclaim the guilty person to be Annie Forest,
and on her alone I visit my displeasure. You can retire to your rooms,
young ladies. To-morrow morning Lavender House resumes its old
cheerfulness."