One was that Miss Percival avoided her, the other
that she sought out Miss Percival. Being entirely unable to succeed, she
did not renounce her now benevolent attitude towards the young lady, but
she decided to leave Wanless.
All that she could do, she did. No wheedling of Mrs. Wilmot's could draw
any further comment from her, and she said nothing to Ingram either for or
against what she supposed now to be the desire, the honourable desire of
his heart. Oddly enough, though it was against all her upbringing,
Chevenix had so far succeeded in impressing her that she rather respected
Sanchia the more for being cool now that rehabilitation was in full sight,
and practically within touch of her hand. Chevenix, in fact, had made her
see that Sanchia was a personality, not merely a pretty woman. You can't
label a girl "unfortunate" if, with the chance of being most fortunate,
she puts her hand to her chin, and reflects, and says, Hum, shall I? or
shall I not? Short of deliberately knocking at the girl's door, she would
have done anything to exchange views. That she could not do. She found
herself waiting about in corridors and halls for Sanchia's possible
passage. Once she had marked her down in the garden, flower-basket on arm,
scissors in hand.
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