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Your husband objects to your friendship with me. I will do nothing underhand. But if anything happens to you I shall know it through Mrs. Stewart, and she will always know where I am and what I am doing." "That is some comfort," I returned earnestly. "What time does the Saturn sail tomorrow?" "At 10 o'clock. But, Madge, you must not come."
Little Madge is there; she has dropped in softly with her mother, and Nelly has welcomed her with a bound and with a kiss. Jenny has not so rosy a cheek as Madge. But Jenny with her love-notes, and her languishing dark eye, you think of as a lady; and the thought of her is a constant drain upon your sentiment.
"I never liked him," she said, "but it is horrible to think of him dying like that." "I don't know," answered Brian, gloomily; "from all I can hear dying by chloroform is a very easy death." "Death can never be easy," replied Madge, "especially to a young man so full of health and spirits as Mr. Whyte was." "I believe you are sorry he's dead," said Brian, jealously.
I had not decided. Now that you have found your real daughter you surely do not wish to be burdened with an imitation one." "But I still want you, my dear. A woman is richer with two daughters than with one," replied Mrs. Curtis. "No; you and Madeleine ought to be together," concluded Madge wisely. "You are awfully good, and I shall always feel that you are the best friend I have.
I'm afraid I did keep you waiting though, after all," she went on, with a true feminine idea as to the flight of time, "I was only a few minutes." "And the rest," said Brian, quizzically looking at her pretty face, so charmingly flushed under her great white hat. Madge disdained to notice this interruption. "James," she cried to the coachman, "drive to the Melbourne Club.
I just long to get back home, so that Madge may sing for us as much as we wish. Here she would attract the attention of strangers, and that ends the matter; and so I feel as if I had a rare singing bird, but never a song. In this secluded place no others will hear you, Madge." "Very well. What do you wish? I feel like singing." "Make your own choice."
"Then tell me right out what he threatened," begged Madge. "He threatened to get me discharged." That made Madge look very sober, and for a moment there was silence. Then she said, "I never thought of what you were risking to help us, Mr. Gordon. And I'm afraid it's too late to " "Don't worry about me," I hastened to interject.
Graydon was still attending college when Madge Alden first became associated with him in her home-life. She was then but thirteen, and was small and slight for her age. The first evening when she came down to dinner, shrinking in the shadow of her sister, lingered ever in her memory.
She had her charity work, her fancy work, her heavy and light reading; books and flowers were her luxuries; the newest books, the sweetest flowers, were always to be found on the table beside her couch. Madge often said laughingly that she lived in a world of her own. "But I have very good society," she would add; "the best and wisest of all ages give me their company.
After all, it was better that Madge should be the child's mother than that it should belong to some peasant. At least it would be properly educated. As to money, Mrs Caffyn had told him expressly that she did not want it.
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