The hope of seeing her again and enjoying her friendship had kept a glow of joy within her, which now went out and left darkness in its place.

She strove to keep her face from showing how deeply she felt what seemed like caprice in Reine.
Reine looked in her face with that long strange gaze which had so impressed Hetty's heart and imagination, smothered a sob, snatched a kiss from her sister's quivering lips, held her a moment in a close embrace, and then turned abruptly and was gone.
"Miss Gaythorne seems a rather impulsive young lady," said Miss Davis disapprovingly.

"I wish she had taken a fancy to some one else than my pupil.

You must try to forget her, Hetty.

Girls like her, with wealth and power and nobody to control them, are apt to become capricious, and work mischief with people who have business to attend to.