How cross you were just because I kissed him ! But we 'll forget all that and be chums again , wo n't we ? Now , about the concert -- I dare say I can run into town on the morning train after my dress , and out again on the afternoon one in plenty of time for the concert , if you 'll ask Miss Oliver to play for me . I could n't -- she 's so dreadfully haughty and supercilious that she simply paralyses poor little me . '' Rilla did not waste time or breath defending Miss Oliver . She coolly thanked Irene , who had suddenly become very amiable and gushing , and got away . She was very thankful the interview was over . But she knew now that she and Irene could never be the friends they had been . Friendly , yes -- but friends , no . Nor did she wish it . All winter she had felt under her other and more serious worries , a little feeling of regret for her lost chum . Now it was suddenly gone . Irene was not as Mrs. Elliott would say , of the race that knew Joseph . Rilla did not say or think that she had outgrown Irene . Had the thought occurred to her she would have considered it absurd when she was not yet seventeen and Irene was twenty . But it was the truth . Irene was just what she had been a year ago -- just what she would always be . Rilla Blythe 's nature in that year had changed and matured and deepened . She found herself seeing through Irene with a disconcerting clearness -- discerning under all her superficial sweetness , her pettiness , her vindictiveness , her insincerity , her essential cheapness . Irene had lost for ever her faithful worshipper .
But not until Rilla had traversed the Upper Glen Road and XXXXX herself in the moon-dappled solitude of Rainbow Valley did she fully recover her composure of spirit .
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