"
"What do you mean by that, Mr. Morton?" she asked blushing up to
her hair. Of course she knew what he meant, and of course she was
angry with him. Ever since that walk her mind had been troubled by
ideas as to what he would think about her, and now he was telling
her what he thought.
"I fancied that you were happy here without going to see an old
woman who after all has not much amusement to offer to you."
"I don't want any amusement."
"At any rate you will answer Lady Ushant?"
"Of course I shall answer her."
"Perhaps you can let me know. She wishes me to take you to
Cheltenham. I shall go for a couple of days, but I shall not stay
longer. If you are going perhaps you would allow me to travel with
you."
"Of course it would be very kind; but I don't suppose that I shall
go. I am sure Lady Ushant won't believe that I am kept away from
her by any pleasure of my own here. I can explain it all to her and
she will understand me." She hardly meant to reproach him. She did
not mean to assume an intimacy sufficient for reproach. But he felt
that she had reproached him. "I love Lady Ushant so dearly that I
would go anywhere to see her if I could."
"Then I think it could be managed. Your father----"
"Papa does not attend much to us girls. It is mamma that manages
all that. At any rate, I will write to Lady Ushant, and will ask
papa to let you know"
Then it seemed as though there were nothing else for him but to
go;--and yet he wanted to say some other word.
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