Her face was uncomfortably flushed and she was glad when tea was announced . As nothing more of an embarrassing nature was said , Worth soon recovered her self-possession and was able to enter into the conversation . She liked the Kirbys ; still , under her enjoyment , she was conscious of a strange , disagreeable feeling that deepened as the evening wore on . It was not fear -- she was not at all afraid of betraying herself now . It had even been easier than she had expected . Then what was it ? Suddenly Worth flushed again . She knew now -- it was shame . She was a guest in that house as an impostor ! What she had done seemed no longer a mere joke . What would her host and hostess say if they knew ? That they would never know made no difference . She herself could not forget it , and her realization of the baseness of the deception grew stronger under Mrs. Kirby 's cordial kindness . Worth never forgot that evening . She compelled herself to chat as brightly as possible , but under it all was that miserable consciousness of falsehood , deepening every instant . She was thankful when the time came to leave . `` You must come up often , Miss Moore , '' said Mrs. Kirby kindly . `` Look upon Beechwood as a second home while you are in Kinglake . We have no daughter of our own , so we make a hobby of cultivating other people 's . '' When Millicent returned home from the Alpha Gamma outing , she found Worth in their room , looking soberly at the mirror .
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