Mrs. Masters was
not at all averse to the companionship for the journey, and Mr.
Masters was really grateful to one of the old family for being kind
to his girl.
Nor must it be supposed that Mary herself had any expectations or
even any hopes. With juvenile aptness to make much of the little
things which had interested her, and prone to think more than was
reasonable of any intercourse with a man who seemed to her to be so
superior to others as Reginald Morton, she was anxious for an
opportunity to set herself right with him about that scene at the
bridge. She still thought that he was offended and that she had
given him cause for offence. He had condescended to make her a
request to which she had acceded,--and she had then not done as she
had promised. She thought she was sure that this was all she had to
say to him, and yet she was aware that she was unnaturally excited
at the idea of spending three or four hours alone with him. The fly
which was to take him to the railway station called for Mary at the
attorney's door at ten o'clock, and the attorney handed her in. "It
is very good of you indeed, Mr. Morton, to take so much trouble
with my girl," said the attorney, really feeling what he said. "It
is very good of you to trust her to me," said Reginald, also
sincerely. Mary was still to him the girl who had been brought up
by his aunt at Bragton, and not the fit companion for Larry
Twentyman.
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