Dorcas rapped.
Cap sobbed in response.
"Are you coming to luncheon, Miss Day?" inquired the woman.
"Ee-hee! Ee-hee! Ee-hee! I do not want to eat," sobbed Cap, in a low
and smothered voice. Any one would have thought she was drowned in
tears.
"Very well; just as you like," said the woman harshly, as she went
away.
"Well, I declare," laughed Cap, "I did that quite as well as an
actress could! But now what am I to do? How long can I keep this up?
Heigh-ho 'let the world slide!' I'll not reveal myself until I'm
driven to it, for when I do-! Cap, child, you'll get chawed right
up! "
A little later in the day Dorcas Knight came again and rapped at the
door.
"Ee-hee! Ee-hee! Ee-hee!" sobbed Cap.
"Miss Day, your cousin, Craven Le Noir, wishes to speak with you
alone."
"Ee-hee! Ee-hee! Ee-hee! I cannot see him!" sobbed Cap, in a low and
suffocating voice.
The woman went away, and Cap suffered no other interruption until
six o'clock, when Dorcas Knight once more rapped saying:
"Miss Day, your uncle is at the front door with the carriage, and he
wishes to know if you are ready to obey him."
"Ee-hee! Ee-hee! Ee--hee!-te-te-tell him yes!" sobbed Cap, as if her
heart would break.
The woman went off with this answer, and Capitola hastily enveloped
her form in Clara's large, black shawl, put on Clara's black bonnet
and tied her thick mourning veil closely over her face.
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