But her father had told her to
go where she might, she would find people in the main to be very
like each other. It had seemed that nothing could be more
ingenuous than this young man had been in his declaration of his
love. No simplest republican could have spoken more plainly. But
now, at this moment, she could doubt but that her lover was very
intimate with this other girl. Of course he was free. When she had
refused to say a word to him of her own love or want of love, she
had necessarily left him at liberty. When she had put him off for
three months, of course he was to be his own master. But what must
she think of him if it were so? And how could he have the courage
to face her in her father's house if he intended to treat her in
such a fashion? But of all this she showed nothing, nor was there
a tone in her voice which betrayed her. She said her last word to
Mr Monk with so sweet a smile that that old bachelor wished he
were younger for her sake.
In the evening after dinner there was music. It was discovered
that Miss Boncassen sung divinely, and both Lady Mabel and Lady
Mary accompanied her.
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