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for a great cause. It would have been easier to
suffer real imprisonment for their ideals than
such unpoetic exile.
In this dilemma, Sonia, usually so shy, took a
great and decisive step. The tender little girl,
who could scarcely bear an unkind look, a
disapproving word from those she loved, became
like steel at this critical moment. Naturally
very sensitive and affectionate, fond of caresses
like a dog that clings fondly to any one who
invites it by a kind glance, when once her spirit of
resistance was roused, she could show an
unbending energy and hardness; regardless of all
feeling, she could deeply wound the very person
whom, a moment before, she had overwhelmed
with marks of the tenderest affection. There
was in her an intensity of will-power, a
consuming energy, even where her feelings were not
concerned at all. Now her mind was made up
to get out, away from home, to continue her
studies—cost what it might.
There was to be a family dinner-party. In
the morning her mother was out shopping, her
father at his club, and her governess helping the
maid to decorate the drawing-room. The girls
were alone in their room, their fine new dresses
lying ready to put on for dinner.
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