CHAPTER 53
Then I am as Proud as a Queen
During the next day or two the shooting went on without much
interruption from love-making. The love-making was not prosperous
all round. Poor Lady Mary had nothing to comfort her. Could she
have been allowed to see the letter which her lover had written to
her father, the comfort would have been, if not ample, still very
great. Mary told herself again and again that she was quite sure
of Tregear;--but it was hard upon her that she could not be made
certain that her certainty was well grounded. Had she known that
Tregear had written, though she had not seen a word of the letter,
it would have comforted her. But she heard nothing of the letter.
In June last she had seen him, by chance, for a few minutes, in
Lady Mabel's drawing-room. Since that she had not heard from him
or of him. That was now more than five months since. How could
love serve her,--how could her very life serve her, if things were
to go on like that? How was she to bear it? Thinking of this she
resolved, she almost resolved, that she would go boldly to her
father and desire that she might be given up to her lover.
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