Mary
shook her head. "Poor man! I do feel sorry for him as everybody
speaks so well of him. Of course, my dear, I have nothing to say
about it. I don't think girls should ever be in a hurry to marry,
and if you can't love him--"
"Dear Lady Ushant, it is quite settled."
"Poor young man! But you must go and see Reginald." Then she was
taken into the library and did see Reginald. Were she to avoid
him,--specially,--she would tell her tale almost as plainly as
though she were to run after him. He greeted her kindly, almost
affectionately, expressing his extreme regret that his visit to
Cheltenham should have been postponed and a hope that she would be
much at Bragton. "The distance is so great, Reginald," said Lady
Ushant.
"I can drive her over. It is a long walk, and I had made up my mind
to get Runciman's little phaeton. I shall order it for to-morrow if
Miss Masters will come." But Miss Masters would not agree to this.
She would walk over again some day as she liked the walk, but no
doubt she would only be in the way if she were to come often.
"I have told her about Miss Trefoil," said Lady Ushant. "You know,
my dear, I look upon you almost as one of ourselves because you
lived here so long. But perhaps you had better postpone coming
again till she has gone."
"Certainly, Lady Ushant"
"It might be difficult to explain.
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