I'm going now." Grace sprang from her chair and began slipping into her wraps.
Emma eyed her moodily, struggling between approval and disapproval, but saying nothing.
"Good-bye, dear," called Grace over her shoulder as she hurried out the door.

"I'm afraid I'll be late for dinner.

Don't wait for me." Outside the house she paused, glanced toward Overton Hall, then set off in the opposite direction toward Miss Wilder's home.
"I hope she's at home," was Grace's anxious thought as she rang the bell.
"Miss Wilder's in the library, miss.

I'll call her," informed the maid.
"Come in.

It's Miss Harlowe wants to see her, isn't it ?" "Yes," Grace smiled in pleasant appreciation of the maid's remembrance of her.
"Good evening, Miss Harlowe." Miss Wilder rose to greet her unexpected visitor and offered her a chair.
Grace returned the greeting, then seated herself directly opposite the dean.
"Miss Wilder, I came to see you," she burst forth, "to ask you if there is--if you could give Miss Ward another chance.