I think one likes a contrast. But I must go,
say on the first of January, to pick up Miss Cassewary.'
It was certain, therefore, that she was going on the first of
January. How would it be if he put off the telling of his story
for yet another week, till she should be gone? Then he looked
around and bethought himself that the time would hang very heavy
with him. And his father would daily expect from him a declaration
exactly opposed to that which he had to make. He had no horses to
ride. As he went on listening he almost convinced himself that the
proper thing to do would be to go back to London and thence write
to his father. He made no confession to his father on that night.
On the next morning there was a heavy fall of snow, but
nevertheless everybody managed to go to church. The Duke, as he
looked at Lady Mabel tripping along the swept paths in her furs
and short petticoats and well-made boots, thought that his son was
a lucky fellow to have the chance of winning the love of such a
girl. No remembrance of Miss Boncassen came across his mind as he
saw them close together.
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