You may try his patience
too far, and that, I presume, is not your intention. Should it happen, I
think that you would regret it all your life."
"But I haven't trifled! I don't trifle!" protested Chris, divided between
distress and indignation.
Aunt Philippa smiled unpleasantly--she seldom displayed any other variety
of smile. "That, my dear, is very much a matter of opinion. You had
better go now to Hilda. She is waiting to see your bridesmaid's dress
tried on."
Chris went, with a worried pucker between her brows. How curious it was
that some people failed so completely to take a reasonable view of
things! They made mountains out of molehills, and expected her to climb
them--she, whose unwary feet were accustomed to trip so lightly along
easy ways. And Trevor too--she caught her breath with a sharp shiver--was
he really seriously displeased with her? He had given no hint of it when
they had danced together, save that he had been somewhat grave and
silent. But then, he was naturally so. She had not thought much of it;
in fact, she had been thinking mainly of Bertie.
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