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"What is it?" asked Mrs. Dallas, her curiosity--like that of the major--getting the better of her rage.,David stared sullenly at the ground, but in a moment or two he lifted his head in a defiant manner.,The announcement of the prize was received with such lively interest that it routed all other subjects, and even Patricia caught the enthusiasm.,"I!" cried David, starting up with pale cheeks. "I defend you!",David spoke so fervidly that Jen saw plainly he meant what he said. The massive face of the young man looked worn and haggard in the searching light of the morning, and whatever enmity the love of the same woman had sown between him and the dead, it was not to be denied that he was suffering cruelly from remorse at their unhappy difference. Jen was sorry, but even in his own grief he could not forbear a stab.,The gay little song persisted, much to the dissatisfaction of the severe monitor, Miss Green, whose fat and lugubrious countenance took on a deeper shade of gloom at every hushed note that trembled in Patricia's rounded throat.,"In that case, major, look at this," said Lady Meg, and produced an article from her pocket, an article which she held up triumphantly before the astonished eyes of the old man.,Lady Meg sighed, and rising to her feet, she drew her cloak round her tall form.,Patricia occupied herself getting her tools from the convenient shelf on her own locker, hoping that the talk was not to end there.,"Wait a minute, please, Molly," said the doctor in a voice he always uses when he's punishing Billy and me. "Bill came to apologise to you for being rude to your—your guest. He told me all about it, and I think he's sorry. Tell Mrs. Carter you are sorry, son." When that man speaks to me as if I were just any old body else, I hate him so it is a wonder I don't show it more than I do. But there was nothing to say, and I looked at Billy, and Billy looked at me.,Patricia occupied herself getting her tools from the convenient shelf on her own locker, hoping that the talk was not to end there.,"Isn't she the limit?" said Patricia in disdain. "She oughtn't to eat frivolous things like éclairs. I wonder at her lack of judgment.".