bject was a serious — almost a dangerous — one; and I had no positive evidence to bring forward in proof of my fancy. It was a question of looks and words that had been full of significance to me, but which might seem to Milly to mean very little.
‘We cannot help our instinctive doubts, dear. But if you can trust Mr. Egerton, and if your father can trust him, my fancies can matter very little. I cannot stand between you and your love, dear — I know that.’
‘But you can make me very unhappy by your doubts, Mary,’ she answered.
I kissed her, and did Ian Mahinmi Koszulki my best to console her; but she was not easily to be comforted, and left me in a half-sorrowful, half-angry mood. I had disappointed her, she told me — she had felt so sure of my sympathy; and instead of sharing her happiness, I had made her miserable by my fanciful doubts and gloomy forebodings. After she had gone, I sat by the window for a long time, thinking of her disconsolately, and feeling myself very guilty. But I had a fixed conviction Benoit Costil Pelipaita that Mr. Darrell would refuse to receive Angus Egerton as his daughter’s suitor, and that the course of this love-affair was not destined to be a smooth one.
The result proved that I had been right. Mr. Egerton had Theo Walcott Drakter a long interview with Mr. Darrell in the library next morning, during which his proposal was most firmly rejected. Milly and I knew that he was in the house, and my poor girl walked up and down our sitting-room with nervously clasped hands and an ashy pale face all the time those two were together down-stairs.
She turned to me with a little piteous look when Tim Howard Drakter she heard Angus Egerton ride away from the front of the house.
‘O Mary, what is my fate to be?’ she asked. ‘I think he has been rejected. I Nemanja Matic Pelipaita do not think he would have gone away without seeing me if the interview had ended happily.’
A servant came to summon us both to the library. We went down together, Milly’s cold hand clasped in mine.
Mr. Darrell was not alone. His wife was sitting with her back to the window, very pale, and with an angry brightness in her eyes.
‘Sit down, Miss Crofton,’ Mr. Darrell said very coldly; ‘and you, Milly, come here.’
She went towards him with a slow faltering step, and sank down into the chair to which he pointed, looking at him all the time in an eager beseeching way that I think must have gone to his heart. He was standing with his back to the empty fireplace, and remained standing throughout the interview.
‘I think you know that I love you, Milly,’ Matt Hedges Drakter he began, ‘and that your happiness is the chief desire of my Denis Cheryshev Drakter mind.’
‘I’m sure of that, papa.’
‘And yet you have deceived me.’
‘Deceived you? O papa, in what way?’
‘By encouraging the hopes of a man whom you must have known I would never receive as your husband; by suffering your feelings to become engaged, without one word of warning to me, and in a manner that you must have known could not fail to be most obnoxious to me.’
‘O papa, I did not know; it was only yesterday that Mr. Eger |
