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CHAPITRE XVI

DIANA EST INVITÉE À UN GOÛTER AUX CONSÉQUENCES TRAGIQUES.

OCTOBRE fut magnifique aux Pignons verts, quand les bouleaux dans les vallées prirent leur teinte dorée et que les érables derrière le verger se teintèrent d'un pourpre royal, que les merisiers le long du chemin revêtirent leurs plus belles nuance rouge foncé et vert bronze, alors que par la suite, les champs se baignaient de soleil.
Anne se délectait de la multitude de couleurs qui l'entourait.
— Oh, Marilla, s'exclama-t-elle un samedi matin, en commençant à danser les bras chargés de superbes rameaux, je suis si heureuse de vivre dans un monde où existent les mois d'octobre. Ce serait terrible si nous passions directement de septembre à novembre, n'est-ce pas ? Regarde ces branches d'érable. Ne te donnent-elles pas un frisson... plein de frissons ? Je vais en décorer ma chambre.
— Des trucs encombrants, dit Marilla, dont le sens esthétique n'était pas vraiment développé. Tu embarrasses ta chambre de trop de choses de l'extérieur, Anne. Les chambres à coucher sont faites pour y dormir.
— Oh, et aussi pour y rêver, Marilla. Et tu sais que l'on peut tellement mieux rêver dans une pièce où il y a des jolies choses. Je vais aller mettre ces rameaux dans le vieux broc bleu et les disposer sur la table.
— À condition que tu ne laisses pas tomber des feuilles partout dans les escaliers. Je vais aller à une réunion de la Société de bienfaisance à Carmody cet après-midi, Anne, et je ne serai probablement pas à la maison avant la tombée de la nuit. Tu devras préparer le souper de Matthew et Jerry, et n'oublie surtout pas de mettre le thé à infuser avant de passer à table comme c'est arrivé la dernière fois.
— Je suis impardonnable d'avoir oublié, dit Anne en s'excusant, mais c'était l'après-midi où j'essayais de trouver un nom pour le vallon des Violettes et mon esprit n'était occupé que de cela. Matthew a été si gentil. Il ne m'a pas grondée du tout. Il a préparé lui-même le thé et a dit que nous pouvions bien attendre un petit peu. Et je lui ai raconté une belle histoire de fées pendant que nous attendions, alors il n'a pas du tout trouvé le temps long. C'était un très beau conte de fées, Marilla. J'en avais oublié la fin, alors j'en ai inventé une moi-même et Matthew a dit qu'il ne pouvait pas savoir à quel moment avait commencé ma part de l'histoire.
— Matthew ne trouverait rien à redire, Anne, si tu avais l'idée de te lever et de dîner au milieu de la nuit. Mais tu dois faire attention à toi en ce moment. Et – je ne sais pas vraiment si je fais bien –cela pourrait te rendre plus brouillonne que jamais– tu pourrais demander à Diana de venir et de passer l'après-midi avec toi et prendre le thé ici.
— Oh, Marilla ! Anne applaudit. Comme c'est gentil, vraiment ! Finalement tu es capable d'imaginer des choses, sinon tu n'aurais jamais compris à quel point j'en avais envie. Ce sera si bien, comme si on était des adultes. Aucune crainte que j'oublie de mettre le thé à infuser si j'ai de la visite. Oh, Marilla, puis-je utiliser le service à thé avec les bouquets de roses en bouton ?
— Ah non, pas question ! Le service à thé avec les boutons de roses ! Et puis quoi encore ? Tu sais que je ne m'en sers que lorsque je reçois le pasteur ou l'association de charité. Tu sortiras le vieux service à thé marron. Mais tu peux ouvrir petit pot jaune de cerises au sirop. De toutes façons il faut l'utiliser– je crois qu'elle commence à fermenter. Et tu peux couper quelques morceaux de cake aux fruits et avoir quelques cookies et snaps.
— Je m'imagine juste assise en bout de table en train de servir le thé, dit Anne, fermant les yeux l'air ravi. Et demandant à Diana si elle prend du sucre ! Je sais qu'elle n'en prend pas, mais je lui demanderai bien sûr comme si je ne le savais pas. Et je la pousserai à prendre un autre morceau de cake aux fruits et encore des fruits au sirop. Oh, Marilla, quelle merveilleuse sensation rien que d'y penser. Pourrais-je la conduire dans la chambre d'amis pour qu'elle pose son chapeau en arrivant ? Et ensuite dans le salon pour s'assoir ?
— Non. La salle de séjour suffira pour toi et tes amies. Mais il y a une bouteille de sirop de framboises, à moitié pleine, qui a été laissée, l'autre soir, après la réunion pour les œuvres de l'église. Elle est sur la deuxième étagère du placard du salon. Dans l'après-midi, Diana et toi pourrez la prendre si vous voulez et manger un cookie pour le goûter. Je pense que Matthew sera en retard pour le thé puisqu'il transporte des pommes de terre au bateau.
Anne s'envola vers le vallon, dépassa le Glouglou des Fées et remonta le chemin des épinettes vers Orchard Slope, pour demander à Diana de prendre le thé. En conséquence, juste après le départ de Marilla pour Carmody, Diana apparut, vêtue de sa deuxième plus belle robe et présentant exactement comme il convient de présenter quand on répond à une invitation à prendre le thé. Les autres fois, elle avait coutume de se précipiter dans la cuisine sans frapper; mais cette fois-ci, elle frappa délicatement à la porte d'entrée. Et quand Anne, vêtue également de sa deuxième plus jolie robe, ouvrit la porte tout aussi délicatement, les deux petites filles se serrèrent la main aussi gravement que si elles ne s'étaient jamais rencontrées auparavant. Cette solennité anormale dura jusqu'à ce que Diana, après qu'elle eut été conduite au pignon est pour y déposer son chapeau, reste assise dix minutes dans le salon, dans ses petits souliers.
— Comment va ta mère ? demanda Anne poliment, comme si elle n'avait pas vu Mme Barry en très bonne santé et d'excellente humeur en train de cueillir des pommes ce matin.
— Elle va très bien, merci. Je suppose que M. Cuthbert transporte des pommes de terre aux Lily Sands cet après-midi, n'est-ce pas ? dit Diana, qui était montée dans la charrette de Matthew pour aller chez M. Harmon Andrew ce matin.
— Oui. Notre récolte de pommes de terre est très bonne cette année. J'espère que la récolte de ton père est également bonne.
— C'est plutôt bien, merci. As-tu déjà cueilli beaucoup de pommes ?
— Oh, tant et plus, dit Anne, oubliant toute dignité et se levant d'un bond. — Diana, allons au verger cueillir quelques-unes de ces « Red Sweetings ». Marilla dit que nous pouvons avoir tout ce qui reste sur l'arbre. Marilla est une femme très généreuse. Elle a dit que nous pourrions avoir du gâteau aux fruits et des cerises en conserve pour le thé. Mais ça ne se fait pas de dire à son invitée ce qu'on va lui donner à manger, alors je ne te dirai pas ce qu'elle a permis que nous buvions. Sauf que ça commence par un S et un F et que sa couleur est rouge vif. J'aime les boissons rouge vif, pas toi ? Elles sont deux fois plus goûteuses que celles d'une autre couleur.
Le verger, avec ses grandes branches couvertes de fruits se courbant vers le sol, était si délicieux que les petites filles y passèrent la plus grande partie de l'après-midi, assises dans un petit coin où le gel avait épargné l'herbe verte et où le doux soleil d'automne s'attardait chaleureusement, à manger des pommes et à parler aussi fort que possible. Diana avait beaucoup de choses à raconter de ce qui se passait à l'école. Elle devait s'asseoir à côté de Gertie Pye et elle détestait ça ; Gertie faisait tout le temps grincer son crayon et cela lui glaçait — à Diana — littéralement les sangs ; Ruby Gillis avait chassé toutes ses verrues, la vérité si je mens, avec un caillou magique que la vieille Mary Joe de la Crique lui avait donné. Tu dois frotter les verrues avec le galet et le jeter par dessus ton épaule gauche à la nouvelle lune, et les verrues s'en vont. Le nom de Charlie Sloane a été accolé à celui d'Em White sur le mur du porche et Em White s'est terriblement mise en colère à cause de ça ; Sam Boulter a été insolent envers M. Phillips en classe et M. Phillips l'a fouetté et le père de Sam est descendu à l'école et a défié M. Phillips de poser de nouveau la main sur l'un de ses enfants ; et Mattie Andrews a porté une nouvelle capuche rouge et un paletot croisé bleu avec des glands dessus et les poses qu'elle prenait avec étaient parfaitement écœurantes ; et Lizzie Wright n'a pas parlé à Mamie Wilson parce que la grande sœur de Mamie Wilson ne cause plus à la sœur déjà adulte de Lizzie Wright et à son beau-frère ; et Anne a manqué à tout le monde et tout le monde a souhaité qu'elle revienne à l'école ; et Gilbert Blythe...
Mais Anne ne voulait pas entendre parler de Gilbert Blythe. Elle se leva précipitamment et proposa qu'elles rentrent et prennent un peu de sirop de framboises.
Anne regarda la deuxième étagère du garde-manger mais il n'y avait pas de bouteille de sirop de framboises là. Poursuivant sa recherche, elle la trouva tout au fond de l'étagère du haut. Anne la posa sur un plateau qu'elle installa sur la table avec un gobelet.
— Maintenant, s'il te plaît, sers-toi Diana, dit-elle poliment. Je ne crois pas que je vais en prendre tout de suite. Après toutes ces pommes que j'ai mangées, je n'ai pas trop envie d'en prendre.
Diana s'en versa un plein verre, admira sa teinte rouge vif, puis le goûta délicatement.
— Ce sirop de framboises est absolument délicieux, Anne, dit-elle. Je ne savais pas que le sirop de framboises pouvait être aussi exquis.
— Je suis vraiment heureuse qu'il te plaise. Prends-en autant que tu veux. Je m'éclipse un instant pour raviver le feu. On doit songer à tant de choses quand on garde une maison, n'est-ce pas ?
Quand Anne revint de la cuisine, Diane buvait son second verre de sirop, et, priée par Anne, elle n'offrit aucune objection particulière à en prendre un troisième. Les gobelets étaient remplis avec générosité et le sirop de framboises était sans aucun doute délicieux.
— Le meilleur que j'aie jamais bu, dit Diana Il est incomparablement meilleur que celui de Mme Lynde, même si elle ne cesse d'en vanter les qualités. Son goût ne ressemble en rien à celui de son sirop.
— Je veux bien croire que le sirop de framboises de Marilla soit beaucoup plus goûteux que celui de Mme Lynde, renchérit Anne très loyalement. Marilla est une excellente cuisinière. Elle essaie de m'apprendre à cuisiner mais je t'assure, Diana, que c'est un travail difficile. Il y a si peu de place pour l'imagination en cuisine. Tu dois juste appliquer les recettes. La dernière fois que j'ai fait un gâteau, j'ai oublié de mettre la farine. Je m'imaginais la plus belle histoire qui soit à notre sujet, Diana. J'imaginais que tu étais désespérément atteinte de la petite vérole et que tout le monde t'avait abandonnée, mais, moi, je suis allée hardiment à ton chevet et t'ai ramenée à la vie, et puis j'ai attrapé la petite vérole et je suis morte et j'ai été enterrée sous ces peupliers dans le cimetière et tu as planté un rosier près de ma tombe et tu l'as arrosé de tes larmes, et jamais tu n'as oublié ton amie d'enfance qui a sacrifié sa vie pour toi. Oh, c'était un conte si pathétique, Diana. Les larmes coulaient sur mes joues pendant que je pétrissais le gâteau. Mais j'ai oublié la farine et le gâteau a été lamentablement raté. La farine, vois-tu, est indispensable dans les gâteaux. Marilla était très fâchée, pas étonnant. Je lui crée bien des soucis. Elle était terriblement mortifiée à propos de la sauce du pudding la semaine dernière. Mardi, on a mangé un plum-pudding pour le dîner et il restait la moitié du pudding et un pichet de sauce. Marilla a dit qu'il y en avait assez pour un autre dîner et elle m'a dit de le déposer sur l'étagère du garde-manger et de le couvrir. Je voulais le couvrir autant que possible, Diana, mais en le portant, je me suis imaginé que j'étais une religieuse — bien sûr, je suis protestante mais j'imaginais que j'étais catholique — qui avait pris le voile pour terrer son cœur brisé dans la solitude d'un cloître ; et j'ai complètement oublié de couvrir la sauce du pudding. J'y ai repensé le lendemain matin et j'ai couru jusqu'au garde-manger. Diana, imagine si tu le peux l'extrême horreur que j'ai éprouvée en trouvant une souris noyée dans cette sauce de pudding ! J'ai sorti la souris avec une cuiller et l'ai jetée dans la cour, et puis j'ai lavé trois fois la cuiller à l'eau. Marilla était dehors en train de traire les vaches et j'avais bien l'intention de lui demander quand elle reviendrait si je devais donner la sauce aux cochons ; mais quand elle est rentrée, j'imaginais que j'étais une fée de givre qui traversait les bois et transformait les arbres en rouge et en jaune, alors je n'ai plus pensé à la sauce du pudding et Marilla m'a envoyé cueillir des pommes. Eh puis, M. et Mme Chester Ross de Spencervale sont venus ici ce matin-là. Tu sais que ce sont des gens très élégants, surtout Mme Chester Ross. Quand Marilla m'a appelé pour dîner, tout était prêt et tout le monde était à table. J'ai essayé d'être aussi polie et digne que possible, car je voulais que Mme Chester Ross pense que j'étais une petite fille bien élevée, même si je ne suis pas jolie. Tout se passait bien jusqu'à ce que je voie Marilla revenir avec le plum-pudding dans une main et le pichet de sauce, réchauffée, dans l'autre. Diana, ce fut un horrible moment. Je me suis souvenue de tout et je me suis levée de ma place et j'ai crié : « Marilla, tu ne dois pas utiliser cette sauce du pudding. Une souris s'est noyée dedans. J'ai oublié de te le dire plus tôt. » Oh ! Diana, je n'oublierai jamais cet horrible moment même si je vis jusqu'à cent ans. Mme Chester Ross m'a regardée et j'ai pensé que l'humiliation allait me faire rentrer sous terre. C'est une si parfaite maîtresse de maison, imagine ce qu'elle a dû penser de nous. Alors Marilla est devenue rouge comme une tomate, mais elle n'a pas dit un mot. Elle a juste remporté cette sauce et ce pudding et a apporté des confitures de fraises. Elle m'en a même offert, mais je ne pouvais pas avaler une seule bouchée. J'avais comme des charbons ardents sur la tête. Après le départ de Mme Chester Ross, Marilla m'a terriblement réprimandée. Mais, Diana, que se passe-t-il ?
Diana s'était levée en chancelant fortement ; puis elle se rassit et posa les mains sur sa tête.
— Je suis... je suis terriblement malade, dit-elle, la voix pâteuse.. Je... je dois tout de suite rentrer à la maison.
— Oh, tu n'imagines pas rentrer sans avoir bu ton thé, dit Anne saisie d'angoisse. Je vais le faire tout de suite... j'y vais et je te le sers à la minute même.
— Je dois rentrer, répéta Diana, bêtement mais avec détermination.
— Laisse-moi te donner au moins un petit goûter, implora Anne. Laisse-moi te donner un peu de cake aux fruits et un peu de confiture de cerises. Allonge-toi sur le canapé un petit moment, ça ira mieux. Qu'est-ce que tu ressens ?
— Je dois rentrer, répondit Diana, c'est tout ce qu'elle voulait dire. Anne plaida en vain.
— Je n'ai jamais entendu parler d'une amie qui rentre chez elle sans avoir pris le thé, se lamenta-t-elle. Oh, Diana, penses-tu qu'il est possible que tu aies vraiment attrapé la petite vérole ? Si c'est cela, je te soignerai, tu peux y compter. Je ne t'abandonnerai jamais. Mais je souhaiterais que tu restes jusqu'à ce que nous prenions le thé. Où as-tu mal ?
— J'ai la tête qui tourne terriblement, dit Diana.
Et en effet, elle marchait comme si était prise de vertiges. Anne, des larmes de déception dans les yeux, prit le chapeau de Diana et accompagna son amie jusqu'à la barrière de la cour des Barry. Elle pleura tout le chemin du retour jusqu'aux Pignons verts, où elle remit tristement le reste du sirop de framboises dans le garde-manger. Elle prépara le thé pour Matthew et Jerry, mais son entrain s'était envolé.
Le jour suivant était un dimanche, comme la pluie tomba à torrents du matin au soir, Anne ne s'éloigna pas des Pignons verts. Le lundi après-midi, Marilla l'envoya faire une commission chez Mme Lynde.. En un rien de temps, Anne revenait en dévalant le chemin, les joues baignées par les larmes. Elle se précipita dans la cuisine, se jeta contre le canapé et y enfouit son visage en proie à la plus vive douleur.
— Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas cette fois-ci, Anne ? s'enquit Marilla dubitative et inquiète. J'espère que tu ne t'es pas enfuie et que tu n'as pas été encore une fois impertinente avec Mme Lynde.
Aucune réponse d'Anne sinon un regain de larmes et de sanglots.
— Anne Shirley, quand je te pose une question, je veux une réponse. Redresse-toi immédiatement et dis-moi pourquoi tu pleures..
Anne s'assit, elle était la tragédie personnifiée.
— Mme Lynde est allée voir Mme Barry aujourd'hui et Mme Barry était dans tous ses états, pleura-t-elle.. Elle dit que j'ai enivré Diana samedi et que je l'ai renvoyée chez elle dans un état scandaleux. Et elle dit que je dois être une mauvaise et méchante petite fille et que jamais, jamais plus, elle ne laissera Diana rejouer avec moi. Oh, Marilla, je suis submergée par le malheur.
Totalement interdite, Marilla ouvrit des yeux ronds.
— Enivré Diana ! dit-elle quand elle eut retrouvé sa voix. Anne, qui de toi ou Mme Barry est-elle devenue folle ? Pour l'amour de notre Seigneur, que lui as-tu donné ?
— Rien d'autre que le sirop de framboises, sanglota Anne. Je n'aurais jamais cru que le sirop de framboises enivrerait les gens, Marilla... pas même s'ils en buvaient trois grands gobelets comme a fait Diana. Oh, ça ressemble tell... tellement... au mari de Mme Thomas ! Mais je n'ai jamais voulu l'enivrer.
— Enivrer ! Quelles balivernes ! dit Marilla, en se dirigeant vers le garde-manger du salon. Il y avait là, sur l'étagère, une bouteille qu'elle reconnaissait comme étant celle qui contenait un de ses trois vin de groseille faits maison, de trois ans d'âge, pour lequel elle était connue dans Avonlea, encore que d'une certaine façon, Mme Barry à ce sujet, l'ait fortement désapprouvée. Et au même instant Marilla se souvint qu'elle avait mis la bouteille de sirop de framboise à la cave au lieu du garde-manger comme elle l'avait dit à Anne.
Elle revint à la cuisine, la bouteille de vin à la main. Le visage agité de tics malgré elle.
— Anne, tu as vraiment le don de te mettre dans les ennuis Tu as pris et tu as donné à Diana le vin cuit au lieu du sirop de framboise. Tu n'as pas vu toi-même la différence ?
— Je n'y ai jamais goûté, dit Anne. je croyais que c'était le sirop. Je voulais être si... si... accueillante. Diana est devenue affreusement malade et a dû rentrer chez elle. Mme Barry a dit à Mme Lynde qu'elle était tout bonnement ivre-morte. Elle s'est juste mise à rire stupidement quand sa mère lui a demandé ce qu'il y avait, elle est allé se coucher et a dormi sept heures d'affilée. Sa mère a senti son haleine et a compris qu'elle était saoule. Elle a eu un terrible mal de tête toute la journée d'hier. Mme Barry est si indignée. Elle a vraiment cru que je l'avais fait exprès
— J'aurais plutôt pensét qu'elle aurait mieux fait de punir Diana pour avoir été assez gourmande pour avoir bu trois pleins verre de n'importe quoi, dit brièvement Marilla. Voyons, trois de ces grands verres l'auraient rendue malade même si c'était juste du sirop. Eh bien, cette histoire va donner du grain à moudre à ces gens qui me reprochent tant de faire du vin de groseille, même si je n'en ai pas fait depuis trois ans depuis que je sais que le pasteur n'approuve pas. J'ai juste gardé cette bouteille en cas de maladie. Là, là, petite, ne pleure pas. Je ne vois pas en quoi tu es responsable, même si je regrette que cela se soit produit.
— Il faut que je pleure, dit Anne. Mon coeur est brisé. Les astres sont contre moi, Marilla. Diana et moi sommes à jamais séparées. Oh, Marilla, j'en ai un peu rêvé la première fois que nous nous sommes fait nos vœux d'amitié.
— Ne sois pas ridicule, Anne. Mme Barry en sera moins fâchée quand elle saura que ce n'est pas vraiment ta faute. Je suppose qu'elle croit que tu as fait ça pour faire une blague idiote ou quelque chose comme ça. Tu ferais bien d'y aller ce soir et de lui raconter comment c'est arrivé.
— Je n'ai pas le courage de me retrouver devant la mère de Diana blessée, soupira Anne. Je voudrais que tu viennes, Marilla. Tu es tellement plus respectable que moi. Elle t'écoutera probablement bien mieux que moi.
— Eh bien, d'accord, dit Marilla, réalisant que ce serait probablement la meilleure façon de procéder. Ne pleure plus, Anne. Tout ira bien.
Quand elle revint d'Orchard Slope, Marilla avait changé d'avis : non, tout n'allait pas bien. Anne guettait son retour et se précipita vers la porte du porche à sa rencontre.
— Oh, Marilla, je lis sur ton visage que cela n'a servi à rien, dit-elle avec tristesse. Madame Barry ne veut pas me pardonner ?
— Madame Barry, pour sûr ! répondit sèchement Marilla. De toutes les femmes déraisonnables que j'ai jamais vues, c'est la pire. Je lui ai dit que c'était une erreur et que tu n'étais pas à blâmer, mais elle ne m'a tout simplement pas crue. Et elle s'en est prise à mon vin de groseille et au fait que j'avais toujours dit qu'il ne ferait pas de mal à une mouche. Je lui ai juste dit ouvertement que le vin de groseille n'était pas fait pour être bu par trois grands verres à la fois, et que si une gamine était assez goulue pour le faire, je la calmerais avec une bonne fessée.
Marilla se glissa dans la cuisine, profondément troublée, laissant derrière elle, sous le porche, une petite âme très tourmentée. Anne s'éloigna, tête nue, dans le crépuscule frais d'automne ; très déterminée et ferme, elle descendit le champ de trèfles dessechés, franchit le pont de rondins et remonta à travers la forêt d'épicéas, éclairée par une petite lune pâle suspendue au-dessus des bois de l'ouest. Mme Barry, venant en réponse à un coup timide à la porte, la découvrit suppliante, les lèvres blêmes, le regard anxieux sur son palier.
Son visage se durcit. Mme Barry était une femme de forts préjugés et d'aversions, et elle avait ce type de colère froide et obstinée qu'il est toujours difficile de surmonter. Pour sa défense, elle croyait vraiment qu'Anne avait soulé Diana par pure méchanceté perverse, et elle cherchait honnêtement à préserver sa petite fille de l'influence néfaste d'une plus grande intimité avec une telle enfant.
— Que veux-tu ? demanda-t-elle sèchement.
Anne joignit les mains.
— Oh, Mme Barry, s'il vous plaît pardonnez-moi. Je ne voulais pas enivrer Diana. Comment l'aurais-je pu ? Imaginez si vous étiez une pauvre petite orpheline que d'adorables personnes ont adoptée et que vous n'ayez juste qu'une amie intime dans le monde entier. Pensez-vous que vous l'enivreriez exprès ? Je pensais que c'était juste du sirop de framboise. J'étais fermement convaincue que c'était du sirop de framboise. Oh, je vous en supplie, ne dites pas que vous ne permettrez plus à Diana de jouer avec moi. Si vous le faites, vous couvrirez mon existence d'un nuage noir de chagrin.
Ce discours, qui aurait adouci le cœur de la brave Mme Lynde en un clin d'œil, n'eut d'autre effet sur Mme Barry que de l'irriter un peu plus. Elle se méfiait des grands mots et des gestes théâtraux d'Anne et se figurait même que l'enfant était en train de se moquer d'elle. Aussi lui dit-elle, d'un ton froid et cruel : — Je ne pense pas que tu sois une petite fille digne de fréquenter Diana. Tu ferais mieux de rentrer chez toi et de te racheter une conduite.
Les lèvres d'Anne frémirent.
— Ne me laisserez-vous pas voir Diana rien qu'une fois pour lui dire adieu ? implora-t-elle.
— Diane est partie à Carmody avec son père, repondit Mme Barry, en rentrant et en refermant la porte.
Anne s'en revint aux Pignons Verts lentement au bord du désespoir.
— Mon dernier espoir s'est évanoui, dit-elle à Marilla. Je suis montée et j'ai vu Mme Barry moi-même et elle m'a traitée de façon très insultante. Marilla, je ne pense pas que ce soit une femme bien élevée Il n'y a plus rien à faire que de prier et je n'ai guère d'espoir que cela change beaucoup parce que, Marilla, je ne crois pas que Dieu lui-même puisse faire grand-chose avec une personne aussi obstinée que Mme Barry.
— Anne, tu ne devrais pas dire de telles choses, la réprimanda Marilla ; en luttant pour surmonter cette tendance impie au rire qu'elle déplorait voir grandir en elle. Et en effet, lorsqu'elle raconta toute l'histoire à Matthew ce soir-là, elle riait de bon cœur des mésaventures d'Anne.
Mais quand, avant d'aller se coucher, elle se glissa dans le pignon est et vit qu'Anne s'était endormie en pleurant, une tendresse inaccoutumée envahit son visage.
— Pauvre petite créature, murmura-t-elle en soulevant une mèche de cheveux rebelle du visage brouillé de larmes de l'enfant. Puis elle se pencha et embrassa la joue rougie qui reposait sur l'oreiller.
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CHAPTER XVI.
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DIANA IS INVITED TO TEA WITH TRAGIC RESULTS.
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Anne revelled in the world of colour about her.
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It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn't it?
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 7
Look at these maple branches.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 8
Don't they give you a thrill—several thrills?
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 9
I'm going to decorate my room with them.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 10
"Messy things," said Marilla, whose æsthetic sense was not noticeably developed.
2 Translations, 6 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 11
You clutter up your room entirely too much with out-of-doors stuff, Anne.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 12
Bedrooms were made to sleep in.
2 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 13
"Oh, and dream in too, Marilla.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 14
And you know one can dream so much better in a room where there are pretty things.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 15
I'm going to put these boughs in the old blue jug and set them on my table.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 16
"Mind you don't drop leaves all over the stairs then.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 20
Matthew was so good.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 21
He never scolded a bit.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 22
He put the tea down himself and said we could wait awhile as well as not.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 23
And I told him a lovely fairy story while we were waiting, so he didn't find the time long at all.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 24
It was a beautiful fairy story, Marilla.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 27
But you keep your wits about you this time.
2 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 29
"Oh, Marilla!"
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 30
Anne clasped her hands.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 31
"How perfectly lovely!
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 33
It will seem so nice and grown-uppish.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 34
No fear of my forgetting to put the tea to draw when I have company.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 35
Oh, Marilla, can I use the rosebud spray tea-set?
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 36
"No, indeed!
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 37
The rosebud tea-set!
2 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 38
Well, what next?
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 39
You know I never use that except for the minister or the Aids.
3 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 40
You'll put down the old brown tea-set.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 41
But you can open the little yellow crock of cherry preserves.
3 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 42
It's time it was being used anyhow—I believe it's beginning to work.
2 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 43
And you can cut some fruit-cake and have some of the cookies and snaps.
3 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 45
"And asking Diana if she takes sugar!
3 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 46
I know she doesn't but of course I'll ask her just as if I didn't know.
2 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 47
And then pressing her to take another piece of fruit-cake and another helping of preserves.
4 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 48
Oh, Marilla, it's a wonderful sensation just to think of it.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 49
Can I take her into the spare room to lay off her hat when she comes?
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 50
And then into the parlour to sit?
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 51
"No.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 52
The sitting-room will do for you and your company.
2 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 60
"How is your mother?"
2 Translations, 6 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 62
"She is very well, thank you.
1 Translations, 6 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 63
I suppose Mr. Cuthbert is hauling potatoes to the Lily Sands this afternoon, is he?"
1 Translations, 6 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 64
said Diana, who had ridden down to Mr. Harmon Andrews' that morning in Matthew's cart.
1 Translations, 6 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 65
"Yes.
1 Translations, 6 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 66
Our potato crop is very good this year.
1 Translations, 6 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 67
I hope your father's potato crop is good, too.
1 Translations, 6 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 68
"It is fairly good, thank you.
1 Translations, 6 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 69
Have you picked many of your apples yet?
2 Translations, 6 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 70
"Oh, ever so many," said Anne, forgetting to be dignified and jumping up quickly.
2 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 71
"Let's go out to the orchard and get some of the Red Sweetings, Diana.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 72
Marilla says we can have all that are left on the tree.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 73
Marilla is a very generous woman.
2 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 74
She said we could have fruit-cake and cherry preserves for tea.
2 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 76
Only it begins with an r and a c and it's a bright red colour.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 77
I love bright red drinks, don't you?
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 78
They taste twice as good as any other colour.
3 Translations, 6 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 80
Diana had much to tell Anne of what went on in school.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 84
But Anne didn't want to hear about Gilbert Blythe.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 85
She jumped up hurriedly and said suppose they go in and have some raspberry cordial.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 86
unit 87
Search revealed it away back on the top shelf.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 88
Anne put it on a tray and set it on the table with a tumbler.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 89
"Now, please help yourself, Diana," she said politely.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 90
"I don't believe I'll have any just now.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 91
I don't feel as if I wanted any after all those apples.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 93
"That's awfully nice raspberry cordial, Anne," she said.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 94
"I didn't know raspberry cordial was so nice.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 95
"I'm real glad you like it.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 96
Take as much as you want.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 97
I'm going to run out and stir the fire up.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 98
There are so many responsibilities on a person's mind when they're keeping house, isn't there?
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 100
The tumblerfuls were generous ones and the raspberry cordial was certainly very nice.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 101
"The nicest I ever drank," said Diana.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 102
"It's ever so much nicer than Mrs. Lynde's although she brags of hers so much.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 103
It doesn't taste a bit like hers.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 105
"Marilla is a famous cook.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 106
She is trying to teach me to cook but I assure you, Diana, it is uphill work.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 107
There's so little scope for imagination in cookery.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 108
You just have to go by rules.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 109
The last time I made a cake I forgot to put the flour in.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 110
I was thinking the loveliest story about you and me, Diana.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 112
Oh, it was such a pathetic tale, Diana.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 113
The tears just rained down over my cheeks while I mixed the cake.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 114
But I forgot the flour and the cake was a dismal failure.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 115
Flour is so essential to cakes, you know.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 116
Marilla was very cross and I don't wonder.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 117
I'm a great trial to her.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 118
She was terribly mortified about the pudding sauce last week.
2 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 120
unit 122
I thought of it next morning and ran to the pantry.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 123
Diana, fancy if you can my extreme horror at finding a mouse drowned in that pudding sauce!
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 126
Well, Mr. and Mrs. Chester Ross from Spencervale came here that morning.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 127
You know they are very stylish people, especially Mrs. Chester Ross.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 128
When Marilla called me in dinner was all ready and everybody was at the table.
2 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 131
Diana, that was a terrible moment.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 133
There was a mouse drowned in it.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 134
I forgot to tell you before.'
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 135
Oh, Diana, I shall never forget that awful moment if I live to be a hundred.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 136
Mrs. Chester Ross just looked at me and I thought I would sink through the floor with mortification.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 137
She is such a perfect house-keeper and fancy what she must have thought of us.
2 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 138
Marilla turned red as fire but she never said a word—then.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 139
She just carried that sauce and pudding out and brought in some strawberry preserves.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 140
She even offered me some, but I couldn't swallow a mouthful.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 141
It was like heaping coals of fire on my head.
2 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 142
After Mrs. Chester Ross went away Marilla gave me a dreadful scolding.
2 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 143
Why, Diana, what is the matter?
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 144
Diana had stood up very unsteadily; then she sat down again, putting her hands to her head.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 145
"I'm—I'm awful sick," she said, a little thickly.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 146
"I—I—must go right home.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 147
"Oh, you mustn't dream of going home without your tea," cried Anne in distress.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 148
"I'll get it right off—I'll go and put the tea down this very minute.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 149
"I must go home," repeated Diana, stupidly but determinedly.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 150
"Let me get you a lunch anyhow," implored Anne.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 151
"Let me give you a bit of fruit-cake and some of the cherry preserves.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 152
Lie down on the sofa for a little while and you'll be better.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 153
Where do you feel bad?
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 154
"I must go home," said Diana, and that was all she would say.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 155
In vain Anne pleaded.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 156
"I never heard of company going home without tea," she mourned.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 157
"Oh, Diana, do you suppose that it's possible you're really taking the smallpox?
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 158
If you are I'll go and nurse you, you can depend on that.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 159
I'll never forsake you.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 160
But I do wish you'd stay till after tea.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 161
Where do you feel bad?
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 162
"I'm awful dizzy," said Diana.
2 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 163
And indeed, she walked very dizzily.
2 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 167
Monday afternoon Marilla sent her down to Mrs. Lynde's on an errand.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 168
In a very short space of time Anne came flying back up the lane, with tears rolling down her cheeks.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 169
Into the kitchen she dashed and flung herself face down- ward on the sofa in an agony.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 170
"Whatever has gone wrong now, Anne?"
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 171
queried Marilla in doubt and dismay.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 172
"I do hope you haven't gone and been saucy to Mrs. Lynde again.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 173
No answer from Anne save more tears and stormier sobs!
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 174
"Anne Shirley, when I ask you a question I want to be answered.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 175
Sit right up this very minute and tell me what you are crying about.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 176
Anne sat up, tragedy personified.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 177
"Mrs. Lynde was up to see Mrs. Barry to-day and Mrs. Barry was in an awful state," she wailed.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 178
"She says that I set Diana drunk Saturday and sent her home in a disgraceful condition.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 180
Oh, Marilla, I'm just overcome with woe.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 181
Marilla stared in blank amazement.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 182
"Set Diana drunk!"
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 183
she said when she found her voice.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 184
"Anne, are you or Mrs. Barry crazy?
2 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 185
What on earth did you give her?
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 186
"Not a thing but raspberry cordial," sobbed Anne.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 188
Oh, it sounds so—so—like Mrs. Thomas' husband!
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 189
But I didn't mean to set her drunk.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 190
"Drunk fiddlesticks!"
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 191
said Marilla, marching to the sitting-room pantry.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 194
She went back to the kitchen with the wine bottle in her hand.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 195
Her face was twitching in spite of herself.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 196
"Anne, you certainly have a genius for getting into trouble.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 197
You went and gave Diana currant wine instead of raspberry cordial.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 198
Didn't you know the difference yourself?
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 199
"I never tasted it," said Anne.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 200
"I thought it was the cordial.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 201
I meant to be so—so—hospitable.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 202
Diana got awfully sick and had to go home.
2 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 203
Mrs. Barry told Mrs. Lynde she was simply dead drunk.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 205
Her mother smelled her breath and knew she was drunk.
2 Translations, 6 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 206
She had a fearful headache all day yesterday.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 207
Mrs. Barry is so indignant.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 208
She will never believe but what I did it on purpose.
2 Translations, 7 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 210
"Why, three of those big glasses would have made her sick even if it had only been cordial.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 212
I just kept that bottle for sickness.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 213
There, there, child, don't cry.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 214
I can't see as you were to blame although I'm sorry it happened so.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 215
"I must cry," said Anne.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 216
"My heart is broken.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 217
The stars in their courses fight against me, Marilla.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 218
Diana and I are parted forever.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 219
Oh, Marilla, I little dreamed of this when first we swore our vows of friendship.
2 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 220
"Don't be foolish, Anne.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 221
Mrs. Barry will think better of it when she finds you're not really to blame.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 222
I suppose she thinks you've done it for a silly joke or something of that sort.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 223
You'd best go up this evening and tell her how it was.
3 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 224
"My courage fails me at the thought of facing Diana's injured mother," sighed Anne.
3 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 225
"I wish you'd go, Marilla.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 226
You're so much more dignified than I am.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 227
Likely she'd listen to you quicker than to me.
2 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 228
"Well, I will," said Marilla, reflecting that it would probably be the wiser course.
2 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 229
"Don't cry any more, Anne.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 230
It will be all right.
2 Translations, 6 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 231
Marilla had changed her mind about its being all right by the time she got back from Orchard Slope.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 232
Anne was watching for her coming and flew to the porch door to meet her.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 233
"Oh, Marilla, I know by your face that it's been no use," she said sorrowfully.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 234
"Mrs. Barry won't forgive me?
2 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 235
"Mrs. Barry, indeed!"
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 236
snapped Marilla.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 237
"Of all the unreasonable women I ever saw she's the worst.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 238
I told her it was all a mistake and you weren't to blame, but she just simply didn't believe me.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 244
Her face hardened.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 247
"What do you want?"
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 248
she said stiffly.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 249
Anne clasped her hands.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 250
"Oh, Mrs. Barry, please forgive me.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 251
I did not mean to—to—intoxicate Diana.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 252
How could I?
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 254
Do you think you would intoxicate her on purpose?
2 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 255
I thought it was only raspberry cordial.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 256
I was firmly convinced it was raspberry cordial.
2 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 257
Oh, please don't say that you won't let Diana play with me any more.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 258
If you do you will cover my life with a dark cloud of woe.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 261
unit 262
You'd better go home and behave yourself.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 263
Anne's lip quivered.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 264
"Won't you let me see Diana just once to say farewell?"
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 7 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 265
she implored.
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unit 266
"Diana has gone over to Carmody with her father," said Mrs. Barry, going in and shutting the door.
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Anne went back to Green Gables calm with despair.
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"My last hope is gone," she told Marilla.
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"I went up and saw Mrs. Barry myself and she treated me very insultingly.
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Marilla, I do not think she is a well-bred woman.
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"Poor little soul," she murmured, lifting a loose curl of hair from the child's tear-stained face.
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Then she bent down and kissed the flushed cheek on the pillow.
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Update: Thank to Gaby and her watching the movie, we now know that:
1. Anne only use the formal form ("vous") at the start, but later (we agreed for Chapter XI) she will say "tu" to Marilla and Matthew, and the formal form with everybody else but her classmates. Marilla and Rachel are friends and they use "tu".
2. She likes overstatements and superlatives.
3. We need to translate "green gables" by "les pignons verts" as it is done in the movie.
by gaelle044 2 weeks ago

Anne of Green Gables (1908)

Written for all ages, it has been considered a children's novel since the mid-twentieth century. It recounts the adventures of Anne Shirley, an 11-year-old orphan girl who is mistakenly sent to Matthew and Marilla Cuthbert, a middle-aged brother and sister who had intended to adopt a boy to help them on their farm in Prince Edward Island. The novel recounts how Anne makes her way with the Cuthberts, in school, and within the town. Since publication, Anne of Green Gables has sold more than 50 million copies and has been translated into 20 languages. It has been adapted as film, made-for-television movies, and animated and live-action television series. — Excerpted from Anne of Green Gables (1908) on Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.
https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Anne_of_Green_Gables_(1908)
by gaelle044 2 weeks ago

by francevw 8 months, 1 week ago

CHAPTER XVI.

DIANA IS INVITED TO TEA WITH TRAGIC RESULTS.

OCTOBER was a beautiful month at Green Gables, when the birches in the hollow turned as golden as sunshine and the maples behind the orchard were royal crimson and the wild cherry-trees along the lane put on the loveliest shades of dark red and bronzy green, while the fields sunned themselves in aftermaths.
Anne revelled in the world of colour about her.
"Oh, Marilla," she exclaimed one Saturday morning, coming dancing in with her arms full of gorgeous boughs, "I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn't it? Look at these maple branches. Don't they give you a thrill—several thrills? I'm going to decorate my room with them.
"Messy things," said Marilla, whose æsthetic sense was not noticeably developed. You clutter up your room entirely too much with out-of-doors stuff, Anne. Bedrooms were made to sleep in.
"Oh, and dream in too, Marilla. And you know one can dream so much better in a room where there are pretty things. I'm going to put these boughs in the old blue jug and set them on my table.
"Mind you don't drop leaves all over the stairs then. I'm going to a meeting of the Aid Society at Carmody this afternoon, Anne, and I won't likely be home before dark. You'll have to get Matthew and Jerry their supper, so mind you don't forget to put the tea to draw until you sit down at the table as you did last time.
"It was dreadful of me to forget, said Anne apologetically, "but that was the afternoon I was trying to think of a name for Violet Vale and it crowded other things out. Matthew was so good. He never scolded a bit. He put the tea down himself and said we could wait awhile as well as not. And I told him a lovely fairy story while we were waiting, so he didn't find the time long at all. It was a beautiful fairy story, Marilla. I forgot the end of it, so I made up an end for it myself and Matthew said he couldn't tell where the join came in.
"Matthew would think it all right, Anne, if you took a notion to get up and have dinner in the middle of the night. But you keep your wits about you this time. And—I don't really know if I'm doing right—it may make you more addle-pated than ever—but you can ask Diana to come over and spend the afternoon with you and have tea here.
"Oh, Marilla!" Anne clasped her hands. "How perfectly lovely! You are able to imagine things after all or else you'd never have understood how I've longed for that very thing. It will seem so nice and grown-uppish. No fear of my forgetting to put the tea to draw when I have company. Oh, Marilla, can I use the rosebud spray tea-set?
"No, indeed! The rosebud tea-set! Well, what next? You know I never use that except for the minister or the Aids. You'll put down the old brown tea-set. But you can open the little yellow crock of cherry preserves. It's time it was being used anyhow—I believe it's beginning to work. And you can cut some fruit-cake and have some of the cookies and snaps.
"I can just imagine myself sitting down at the head of the table and pouring out the tea," said Anne, shutting her eyes ecstatically. "And asking Diana if she takes sugar! I know she doesn't but of course I'll ask her just as if I didn't know. And then pressing her to take another piece of fruit-cake and another helping of preserves. Oh, Marilla, it's a wonderful sensation just to think of it. Can I take her into the spare room to lay off her hat when she comes? And then into the parlour to sit?
"No. The sitting-room will do for you and your company. But there's a bottle half full of raspberry cordial that was left over from the church social the other night. It's on the second shelf of the sitting-room closet and you and Diana can have it if you like, and a cooky to eat with it along in the afternoon, for I daresay Matthew'll be late coming in to tea since he's hauling potatoes to the vessel.
Anne flew down to the hollow, past the Dryad's Bubble and up the spruce path to Orchard Slope, to ask Diana to tea. As a result, just after Marilla had driven off to Carmody, Diana came over, dressed in her second best dress and looking exactly as it is proper to look when asked out to tea. At other times she was wont to run into the kitchen without knocking; but now she knocked primly at the front door. And when Anne, dressed in her second best, as primly opened it, both little girls shook hands as gravely as if they had never met before. This unnatural solemnity lasted until after Diana had been taken to the east gable to lay off her hat and then had sat for ten minutes in the sitting-room, toes in position.
"How is your mother?" inquired Anne politely, just as if she had not seen Mrs. Barry picking apples that morning in excellent health and spirits.
"She is very well, thank you. I suppose Mr. Cuthbert is hauling potatoes to the Lily Sands this afternoon, is he?" said Diana, who had ridden down to Mr. Harmon Andrews' that morning in Matthew's cart.
"Yes. Our potato crop is very good this year. I hope your father's potato crop is good, too.
"It is fairly good, thank you. Have you picked many of your apples yet?
"Oh, ever so many," said Anne, forgetting to be dignified and jumping up quickly. "Let's go out to the orchard and get some of the Red Sweetings, Diana. Marilla says we can have all that are left on the tree. Marilla is a very generous woman. She said we could have fruit-cake and cherry preserves for tea. But it isn't good manners to tell your company what you are going to give them to eat, so I won't tell you what she said we could have to drink. Only it begins with an r and a c and it's a bright red colour. I love bright red drinks, don't you? They taste twice as good as any other colour.
The orchard, with its great sweeping boughs that bent to the ground with fruit, proved so delightful that the little girls spent most of the afternoon in it, sitting in a grassy corner where the frost had spared the green and the mellow autumn sunshine lingered warmly, eating apples and talking as hard as they could. Diana had much to tell Anne of what went on in school. She had to sit with Gertie Pye and she hated it; Gertie squeaked her pencil all the time and it just made her—Diana's—blood run cold; Ruby Gillis had charmed all her warts away, true's you live, with a magic pebble that old Mary Joe from the Creek gave her. You had to rub the warts with the pebble and then throw it away over your left shoulder at the time of the new moon and the warts would all go. Charlie Sloane's name was written up with Em White's on the porch wall and Em White was awful mad about it; Sam Boulter had "sassed" Mr. Phillips in class and Mr. Phillips whipped him and Sam's father came down to the school and dared Mr. Phillips to lay a hand on one of his children again; and Mattie Andrews had a new red hood and a blue crossover with tassels on it and the airs she put on about it were perfectly sickening; and Lizzie Wright didn't speak to Mamie Wilson because Mamie Wilson's grown-up sister had cut out Lizzie Wright's grown-up sister with her beau; and everybody missed Anne so and wished she'd come to school again; and Gilbert Blythe—.
But Anne didn't want to hear about Gilbert Blythe. She jumped up hurriedly and said suppose they go in and have some raspberry cordial.
Anne looked on the second shelf of the room pantry but there was no bottle of raspberry cordial there. Search revealed it away back on the top shelf. Anne put it on a tray and set it on the table with a tumbler.
"Now, please help yourself, Diana," she said politely. "I don't believe I'll have any just now. I don't feel as if I wanted any after all those apples.
Diana poured herself out a tumblerful, looked at its bright red hue admiringly, and then sipped it daintily.
"That's awfully nice raspberry cordial, Anne," she said. "I didn't know raspberry cordial was so nice.
"I'm real glad you like it. Take as much as you want. I'm going to run out and stir the fire up. There are so many responsibilities on a person's mind when they're keeping house, isn't there?
When Anne came back from the kitchen Diana was drinking her second glassful of cordial; and, being entreated thereto by Anne, she offered no particular objection to the drinking of a third. The tumblerfuls were generous ones and the raspberry cordial was certainly very nice.
"The nicest I ever drank," said Diana. "It's ever so much nicer than Mrs. Lynde's although she brags of hers so much. It doesn't taste a bit like hers.
"I should think Marilla's raspberry cordial would prob'ly be much nicer than Mrs. Lynde's," said Anne loyally. "Marilla is a famous cook. She is trying to teach me to cook but I assure you, Diana, it is uphill work. There's so little scope for imagination in cookery. You just have to go by rules. The last time I made a cake I forgot to put the flour in. I was thinking the loveliest story about you and me, Diana. I thought you were desperately ill with small-pox and everybody deserted you, but I went boldly to your bedside and nursed you back to life; and then I took the smallpox and died and I was buried under those poplar trees in the graveyard and you planted a rosebush by my grave and watered it with your tears; and you never, never forgot the friend of your youth who sacrificed her life for you. Oh, it was such a pathetic tale, Diana. The tears just rained down over my cheeks while I mixed the cake. But I forgot the flour and the cake was a dismal failure. Flour is so essential to cakes, you know. Marilla was very cross and I don't wonder. I'm a great trial to her. She was terribly mortified about the pudding sauce last week. We had a plum pudding for dinner on Tuesday and there was half the pudding and a pitcherful of sauce left over. Marilla said there was enough for another dinner and told me to set it on the pantry shelf and cover it. I meant to cover it just as much as could be, Diana, but when I carried it in I was imagining I was a nun—of course I'm a Protestant but I imagined I was a Catholic—taking the veil to bury a broken heart in cloistered seclusion; and I forgot all about covering the pudding sauce. I thought of it next morning and ran to the pantry. Diana, fancy if you can my extreme horror at finding a mouse drowned in that pudding sauce! I lifted the mouse out with a spoon and threw it out in the yard and then I washed the spoon in three waters. Marilla was out milking and I fully intended to ask her when she came in if I'd give the sauce to the pigs; but when she did come in I was imagining that I was a frost fairy going through the woods turning the trees red and yellow, whichever they wanted to be, so I never thought about the pudding sauce again and Marilla sent me out to pick apples. Well, Mr. and Mrs. Chester Ross from Spencervale came here that morning. You know they are very stylish people, especially Mrs. Chester Ross. When Marilla called me in dinner was all ready and everybody was at the table. I tried to be as polite and dignified as I could be, for I wanted Mrs. Chester Ross to think I was a ladylike little girl even if I wasn't pretty. Everything went right until I saw Marilla coming with the plum pudding in one hand and the pitcher of pudding sauce, warmed up, in the other. Diana, that was a terrible moment. I remembered everything and I just stood up in my place and shrieked out, 'Marilla, you mustn't use that pudding sauce. There was a mouse drowned in it. I forgot to tell you before.' Oh, Diana, I shall never forget that awful moment if I live to be a hundred. Mrs. Chester Ross just looked at me and I thought I would sink through the floor with mortification. She is such a perfect house-keeper and fancy what she must have thought of us. Marilla turned red as fire but she never said a word—then. She just carried that sauce and pudding out and brought in some strawberry preserves. She even offered me some, but I couldn't swallow a mouthful. It was like heaping coals of fire on my head. After Mrs. Chester Ross went away Marilla gave me a dreadful scolding. Why, Diana, what is the matter?
Diana had stood up very unsteadily; then she sat down again, putting her hands to her head.
"I'm—I'm awful sick," she said, a little thickly. "I—I—must go right home.
"Oh, you mustn't dream of going home without your tea," cried Anne in distress. "I'll get it right off—I'll go and put the tea down this very minute.
"I must go home," repeated Diana, stupidly but determinedly.
"Let me get you a lunch anyhow," implored Anne. "Let me give you a bit of fruit-cake and some of the cherry preserves. Lie down on the sofa for a little while and you'll be better. Where do you feel bad?
"I must go home," said Diana, and that was all she would say. In vain Anne pleaded.
"I never heard of company going home without tea," she mourned. "Oh, Diana, do you suppose that it's possible you're really taking the smallpox? If you are I'll go and nurse you, you can depend on that. I'll never forsake you. But I do wish you'd stay till after tea. Where do you feel bad?
"I'm awful dizzy," said Diana.
And indeed, she walked very dizzily. Anne, with tears of disappointment in her eyes, got Diana's hat and went with her as far as the Barry yard fence. Then she wept all the way back to Green Gables, where she sorrowfully put the remainder of the raspberry cordial back into the pantry and got tea ready for Matthew and Jerry, with all the zest gone out of the performance.
The next day was Sunday and as the rain poured down in torrents from dawn till dusk Anne did not stir abroad from Green Gables. Monday afternoon Marilla sent her down to Mrs. Lynde's on an errand. In a very short space of time Anne came flying back up the lane, with tears rolling down her cheeks. Into the kitchen she dashed and flung herself face down- ward on the sofa in an agony.
"Whatever has gone wrong now, Anne?" queried Marilla in doubt and dismay. "I do hope you haven't gone and been saucy to Mrs. Lynde again.
No answer from Anne save more tears and stormier sobs!
"Anne Shirley, when I ask you a question I want to be answered. Sit right up this very minute and tell me what you are crying about.
Anne sat up, tragedy personified.
"Mrs. Lynde was up to see Mrs. Barry to-day and Mrs. Barry was in an awful state," she wailed. "She says that I set Diana drunk Saturday and sent her home in a disgraceful condition. And she says I must be a thoroughly bad, wicked little girl and she's never, never going to let Diana play with me again. Oh, Marilla, I'm just overcome with woe.
Marilla stared in blank amazement.
"Set Diana drunk!" she said when she found her voice. "Anne, are you or Mrs. Barry crazy? What on earth did you give her?
"Not a thing but raspberry cordial," sobbed Anne. "I never thought raspberry cordial would set people drunk, Marilla,—not even if they drank three big tumblerfuls as Diana did. Oh, it sounds so—so—like Mrs. Thomas' husband! But I didn't mean to set her drunk.
"Drunk fiddlesticks!" said Marilla, marching to the sitting-room pantry. There on the shelf was a bottle which she at once recognized as one containing some of her three year old homemade currant wine for which she was celebrated in Avonlea, although certain of the stricter sort, Mrs. Barry among them, disapproved strongly of it. And at the same time Marilla recollected that she had put the bottle of raspberry cordial down in the cellar instead of in the pantry as she had told Anne.
She went back to the kitchen with the wine bottle in her hand. Her face was twitching in spite of herself.
"Anne, you certainly have a genius for getting into trouble. You went and gave Diana currant wine instead of raspberry cordial. Didn't you know the difference yourself?
"I never tasted it," said Anne. "I thought it was the cordial. I meant to be so—so—hospitable. Diana got awfully sick and had to go home. Mrs. Barry told Mrs. Lynde she was simply dead drunk. She just laughed silly like when her mother asked her what was the matter and went to sleep and slept for hours. Her mother smelled her breath and knew she was drunk. She had a fearful headache all day yesterday. Mrs. Barry is so indignant. She will never believe but what I did it on purpose.
"I should think she would better punish Diana for being so greedy as to drink three glassfuls of anything," said Marilla shortly. "Why, three of those big glasses would have made her sick even if it had only been cordial. Well, this story will be a nice handle for those folks who are so down on me for making currant wine, although I haven't made any for three years ever since I found out that the minister didn't approve. I just kept that bottle for sickness. There, there, child, don't cry. I can't see as you were to blame although I'm sorry it happened so.
"I must cry," said Anne. "My heart is broken. The stars in their courses fight against me, Marilla. Diana and I are parted forever. Oh, Marilla, I little dreamed of this when first we swore our vows of friendship.
"Don't be foolish, Anne. Mrs. Barry will think better of it when she finds you're not really to blame. I suppose she thinks you've done it for a silly joke or something of that sort. You'd best go up this evening and tell her how it was.
"My courage fails me at the thought of facing Diana's injured mother," sighed Anne. "I wish you'd go, Marilla. You're so much more dignified than I am. Likely she'd listen to you quicker than to me.
"Well, I will," said Marilla, reflecting that it would probably be the wiser course. "Don't cry any more, Anne. It will be all right.
Marilla had changed her mind about its being all right by the time she got back from Orchard Slope. Anne was watching for her coming and flew to the porch door to meet her.
"Oh, Marilla, I know by your face that it's been no use," she said sorrowfully. "Mrs. Barry won't forgive me?
"Mrs. Barry, indeed!" snapped Marilla. "Of all the unreasonable women I ever saw she's the worst. I told her it was all a mistake and you weren't to blame, but she just simply didn't believe me. And she rubbed it well in about my currant wine and how I'd always said it couldn't have the least effect on anybody. I just told her plainly that currant wine wasn't meant to be drunk three tumblerfuls at a time and that if a child I had to do with was so greedy I'd sober her up with a right good spanking.
Marilla whisked into the kitchen, grievously disturbed, leaving a very much distracted little soul in the porch behind her. Presently Anne stepped out bare-headed into the chill autumn dusk; very determinedly and steadily she took her way down through the sere clover field over the log bridge and up through the spruce grove, lighted by a pale little moon hanging low over the western woods. Mrs. Barry, coming to the door in answer to a timid knock, found a white-lipped, eager-eyed suppliant on the doorstep.
Her face hardened. Mrs. Barry was a woman of strong prejudices and dislikes, and her anger was of the cold, sullen sort which is always hardest to overcome. To do her justice, she really believed Anne had made Diana drunk out of sheer malice prepense, and she was honestly anxious to preserve her little daughter from the contamination of further intimacy with such a child.
"What do you want?" she said stiffly.
Anne clasped her hands.
"Oh, Mrs. Barry, please forgive me. I did not mean to—to—intoxicate Diana. How could I? Just imagine if you were a poor little orphan girl that kind people had adopted and you had just one bosom friend in all the world. Do you think you would intoxicate her on purpose? I thought it was only raspberry cordial. I was firmly convinced it was raspberry cordial. Oh, please don't say that you won't let Diana play with me any more. If you do you will cover my life with a dark cloud of woe.
This speech, which would have softened good Mrs. Lynde's heart in a twinkling, had no effect on Mrs. Barry except to irritate her still more. She was suspicious of Anne's big words and dramatic gestures and imagined that the child was making fun of her. So she said, coldly and cruelly:
"I don't think you are a fit little girl for Diana to associate with. You'd better go home and behave yourself.
Anne's lip quivered.
"Won't you let me see Diana just once to say farewell?" she implored.
"Diana has gone over to Carmody with her father," said Mrs. Barry, going in and shutting the door.
Anne went back to Green Gables calm with despair.
"My last hope is gone," she told Marilla. "I went up and saw Mrs. Barry myself and she treated me very insultingly. Marilla, I do not think she is a well-bred woman. There is nothing more to do except to pray and I haven't much hope that that'll do much good because, Marilla, I do not believe that God Himself can do very much with such an obstinate person as Mrs. Barry.
"Anne, you shouldn't say such things," rebuked Marilla, striving to overcome that unholy tendency to laughter which she was dismayed to find growing upon her. And indeed, when she told the whole story to Matthew that night, she did laugh heartily over Anne's tribulations.
But when she slipped into the east gable before going to bed and found that Anne had cried herself to sleep an unaccustomed softness crept into her face.
"Poor little soul," she murmured, lifting a loose curl of hair from the child's tear-stained face. Then she bent down and kissed the flushed cheek on the pillow.