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"Little child, little child," he said wearily, "since it is your wish, I will go back to the mountains." Then he bent over the counter, and put his hand on hers. "I will come and see you to-morrow," he said. "I think there are one or two things I want to say to you." The next moment he was gone. In the afternoon of that same day Bernardine went to the City.
When Miss Rogers attempted to expostulate with her, declaring no one could compel her to marry Jasper Wilde against her will, she would only shake her head and cry the more bitterly, moaning out that she did not understand. "I confess, Bernardine, I do not understand you," she declared, anxiously.
The man muttered something under his breath which she did not quite catch. "If you please, Miss, where is your luggage?" "I I have only this hand-bag," she faltered. "Come this way, miss," he said; and Bernardine followed him, not without some misgiving, to the end of the platform from which Jasper Wilde had so recently disappeared.
The sound of the bells and the noisy merriment made her look up, and she saw beautiful Mrs. Reffold amongst the pleasure-seekers. "If only I dared tell her now," said Bernardine to herself, "loudly and before them all!" Then a more sensible mood came over her. "After all, it is not my affair," she said. And the sledges passed away out of hearing. When Bernardine sat with Mr.
"What shall I do? Oh, Heaven, help me! what shall I do?" sobbed Bernardine, in nervous affright. "He he must have forgotten me." At that moment a hand fell heavily on her shoulder. Looking up hastily through her tears, Bernardine saw a policeman standing before her and eyeing her sharply. "What are you doing here, my good girl?" he asked. "Waiting for somebody? I would advise you to move on.
"I should like to cook the forellen," she said very quietly. It was months since she had done anything in the house. The old mother's heart beat with pleasure. "Catharina, my best loved child!" she whispered; and she gathered the poor suffering soul near to her. In about half an hour the Disagreeable Man and Bernardine sat down to their meal.
Bernardine, was busy thinking about the experiences of the day, and the Disagreeable Man seemed in a brown study. At last he broke the silence by asking her how she liked his friends, and what she thought of Swiss home life; and so the time passed pleasantly. He looked at her once, and said she seemed cold. "You are not warmly clothed," he said. "I have an extra coat.
This is one of them." "Is love, the sweetest boon e'er given to women, and yet the bitterest woe to many, the rock on which you wrecked your life, child? Tell me that much." "Yes," sobbed Bernardine. "I loved, and was cruelly deceived!" "Oh, do not tell me that!" cried Miss Rogers. "I can not bear it. Oh, Heaven! that you, so sweet, and pure, and innocent, should fall a victim to a man's wiles!
I dare say she knows it quite well though she may not choose to do it. I am sure I should resent it, if any one pointed out my duty to me. Every one knows his own duty. And it is his own affair whether or not he does it." "I wonder if you are right," Bernardine said. "I never meant to presume; but her indifference had exasperated me."
Yea, how the dogs must wonder at us: those dogs who know when we are in pain or trouble, and nestle nearer to us. So Bernardine reached her own door. She heard her name called, and, turning round, saw Mrs. Reffold. There was a scared look on the beautiful face. "Miss Holme," she said, "I have been sent for I daren't go to him alone I want you he is worse. I am" . . .
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