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[Illustration: SISTER AGNES KNELT FOR A FEW MOMENTS,
AND BENT HER HEAD IN SILENT PRAYER.]

THE ARGOSY.
MAY, 1891.

THE FATE OF THE HARA DIAMOND.
CHAPTER XVIII.
JANET IN A NEW CHARACTER.
On entering Lady Chillington's room for the second time, Janet found
that the mistress of Deepley Walls had completed her toilette in the
interim, and was now sitting robed in stiff rustling silk, with an Indian
fan in one hand and a curiously-chased vinaigrette in the other. She
motioned with her fan to Janet. "Be seated," she said, in the iciest of
tones; and Janet sat down on a chair a yard or two removed from her
ladyship.
"Since you were here last, Miss Hope," she began, "I have seen Sister
Agnes, who informs me that she has already given you an outline of the
duties I shall require you to perform should you agree to accept the
situation which ill-health obliges her to vacate. At the same time, I wish
you clearly to understand that I do not consider you in any way bound
by what I have done for you in the time gone by, neither would I have
you in this matter run counter to your inclinations in the slightest
degree. If you would prefer that a situation as governess should be
obtained for you, say so without hesitation; and any small influence I
may have shall be used ungrudgingly in your behalf. Should you agree
to remain at Deepley Walls, your salary will be thirty guineas a-year. If

you wish it, you can take a day for consideration, and let me have your
decision in the morning."
Lady Chillington's mention of a fixed salary stung Janet to the quick: it
was so entirely unexpected. It stung her, but only for a moment; the
next she saw and gratefully recognised the fact that she should no
longer be a pensioner on the bounty of Lady Chillington. A dependent
she might be--a servant even, if you like; but at least she would be
earning her living by the labour of her own hands; and even about the
very thought of such a thing there was a sweet sense of independence
that flushed her warmly through and through.
Her hesitation lasted but a moment, then she spoke. "Your ladyship is
very kind, but I require no time for consideration," she said. "I have
already made up my mind to take the position which you have so
generously offered me; and if my ability to please you only prove equal
to my inclination, you will not have much cause to complain."
A faint smile of something like satisfaction flitted across Lady
Chillington's face. "Very good, Miss Hope," she said, in a more
gracious tone than she had yet used. "I am pleased to find that you have
taken so sensible a view of the matter, and that you understand so
thoroughly your position under my roof. How soon shall you be
prepared to begin your new duties?"
"I am ready at this moment."
"Come to me an hour hence, and I will then instruct you."
In this second interview, brief though it was, Janet could not avoid
being struck by Lady Chillington's stately dignity of manner. Her tone
and style were those of a high-bred gentlewoman. It seemed scarcely
possible that she and the querulous, shrivelled-up old woman in the
cashmere dressing-robe could be one and the same individual.
Unhappily, as Janet to her cost was not long in finding out, her
ladyship's querulous moods were much more frequent than her moods
of quiet dignity. At such times she was very difficult to please;

sometimes, indeed, it was utterly impossible to please her: not even an
angel could have done it. Then, indeed, Janet felt her duty weigh very
hardly upon her. By nature her temper was quick and passionate--her
impulses high and generous; but when Lady Chillington was in her
worse moods, she had to curb the former as with an iron chain; while
the latter were outraged continually by Lady Chillington's mean and
miserly mode of life, and by a certain low and sordid tone of thought
which at such times pervaded all she said and did. And yet, strange to
say, she had rare fits of generosity and goodwill--times when her soul
seemed to sit in sackcloth and ashes, as if in repentance for those other
occasions when the "dark fit" was on her, and the things of this world
claimed her too entirely as their own.
After her second interview with Lady Chillington, Janet at once hurried
off to Sister Agnes to tell her the news. "On one point only, so far as I
see at present, shall I require any special information," she said. "I shall
need to know exactly the mode of