Could they have been waiting for me?
I wondered; but I dismissed this idea as absurd.
But I could not forget the face that had so interested me; and when I encountered Uncle Max on his way to the children's service I questioned him at once about the two ladies.
'Yes, you are right, Ursula,' he said, a little absently.

'The one with fair hair was Miss Gladys: her cousin, Miss Darrell, sat by Hamilton.' 'But you never told me how beautiful she was,' I replied, in rather an injured voice.

'She has a perfect face, only it is so worn and unhappy-looking.' 'You must not keep me,' observed Max hurriedly; 'Miss Darrell wants to speak to me before service.' And he rushed off, leaving me standing in the middle of the path rather wondering at his abruptness, for the bell had not commenced.
A little farther on, I came face to face with Miss Darrell; she was walking with Mr.Tudor, and seemed talking to him with much animation.
She bowed slightly, as he took off his hat to me, in a graceful well-bred manner, but her face prepossessed me even less than it had done in the morning.

She had keen, dark eyes like Mr.Hamilton's, only they somehow repelled me.

I was somewhat quick with my likes and dislikes, as I had proved by the dislike I had taken to Mr.Hamilton.This feeling was wearing off, and I was no longer so strongly prejudiced against him.