"
"But I may send it?"
"Certainly you may send it" And so the letter was sent across to
Chowton Farm.
But the letter did not "fetch" him; nor am I prepared to agree with
Mr. Morton that he was a poor creature for not being "fetched."
There are things which the heart of a man should bear without
whimpering, but which it cannot bear in public with that appearance
of stoical indifference which the manliness of a man is supposed to
require. Were he to go, should he be jovial before the wedding
party or should he be sober and saturnine? Should he appear to have
forgotten his love, or should he go about lovelorn among the
wedding guests? It was impossible,--at any rate impossible as
yet,--that he should fall into that state of almost brotherly regard
which it was so natural that she should desire. But as he had
determined to forgive her, he went across that afternoon to the
house and was the bearer of his own answer. He asked Mrs. Hopkins
who came to the door whether she were alone, and was then shown
into an empty room where he waited for her. She came to him as
quickly as she could, leaving Lady Ushant in the middle of the page
she was reading, and feeling as she tripped downstairs that the
colour was rushing to her face. "You will come, Larry," she said.
"No, Miss Masters."
"Let me be Mary till I am Mrs.
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