"Yes, Aunt Zoe," said Joe, rousing herself, "I think we might."
"Shall I see you to-morrow night at Mrs. Wyndham's dinner?" asked John, as
they parted.
"No, I refused. Good-night."
As Joe sat by her aunt's side in the deep dark carriage on the way home,
her hands were cold and she trembled from head to foot. And when at last
she laid her head upon her pillow there were tears in her eyes and on her
cheeks.
"Is it possible that I can be so heartless?" she murmured to herself.
CHAPTER XI.
Ronald went to see Sybil Brandon at five o'clock, and as it chanced he
found her alone. Mrs. Wyndham, she said, had gone out, or rather she had
not yet come home; but if Ronald would wait, she would certainly be in.
Ronald waited, and talked to Miss Brandon in the mean while. He had a
bereaved air when he arrived, which was calculated to excite sympathy, and
his conversation was subdued in tone, and grave in subject. But Sybil did
her best to cheer him, and in the fullness of her sympathy did perhaps
more than was absolutely necessary.
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