Her two brothers were to spend the Christmas holidays
with her, and she was in high spirits, and so communicative about
them that she hardly observed how little interest Cecil took in
Terry's achievements.
"Who is that," she presently asked, "with those red-haired children?
It looked like Miss Vivian's figure."
"I believe it was. Julius and I often see her walking about the
lanes; but she passes like--like a fire-flaught, whatever that is--
just bows, and hardly ever speaks."
"She is a strange girl," said Cecil. "Lady Tyrrell says she cannot
draw her into any of her interests, but she will go her own way."
"Like poor Anne?"
"No, not out of mere moping and want of intellect, like Anne. But
Lady Tyrrell says she feels for her; she was brought a great deal
too forward, and was made quite mistress of the house at Rockpier,
being her father's darling and all, and now it is trying to her,
though it is quite wholesome, to be in her proper place. It is a
pity she is so bitter over it, and flies off her own way."
"That boy!" said Rosamond; "I hope she does something for his good.
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