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I can fancy myself marrying an ugly man, but I can fancy also that I could not do it without something of disgust. Miss Altifiorla when she wrote this had understood well that vanity and love of flattery were conspicuous traits in the character of her admirer. Having owned so much, what is there more to say than that I am the happiest woman between the seas?
On the next morning Miss Altifiorla was despatched by an early train so that she might be able to get down to Exeter, viâ London, early in the day. It behoved her to go to London on the route. She had things to buy and people to see, and to London she went. "Good-bye, my dear," she said, seeming to include the husband as well as the wife in the address.
Cecilia Holt would have done very well in the world had she confined herself, as she had solemnly promised, to those high but solitary feminine duties to which Miss Altifiorla had devoted herself. But she had chosen to make herself the slave of a man who, as Miss Altifiorla expressed it to herself, "would turn upon her and rend her." And she, Miss Altifiorla, had seen and did see it all.
And she was sure that he had stayed for the purpose of meeting her. Since that affair with Cecilia Holt he had not been made warmly welcome at the Deanery. Yet he had stayed and had absolutely called upon Miss Altifiorla. He had found her and had discussed Mr. and Mrs. Western with much sarcastic humour. "Now you haven't!" Miss Altifiorla had said, when he told her of the letter he had written.
Miss Altifiorla was not there, and the two ladies, in the presence of the husband and brother, received each other with that quick intimacy and immediate loving friendship which it is given only to women to entertain.
"It is unfortunate that he should have turned out to be so near a neighbour," said Miss Altifiorla. Then for the moment Sir Francis Geraldine was allowed to be forgotten. "I did not like to say it before her," he said afterwards in their own room; and now Cecilia was able to observe that his manner was altogether altered, "but to tell the truth that man behaved very badly to me myself.
"They tell each other everything I should think." Still Miss Altifiorla said nothing. "I should imagine that she would tell him everything." "Upon my word I can't say." "I suppose she does. About her former engagement, for instance. He knows the whole story, eh?" "I declare you put it to me in such a way that one doesn't know how to answer you."
The two ladies did continue to see each other occasionally, but there was but little between them to console misery. Miss Altifiorla had attempted to resume her position of equality, unreasoned and imaginary equality, with perhaps a slight step in advance to which in their present circumstances she was entitled by their age.
Why should not Miss Altifiorla be married as well as another?" "In the first place, my dear," said Mrs. Forrester, "because I understand that the lady has always expressed herself as being in favour of a single life." "I go beyond that," said the Dean, "and maintain that any single life would be preferable to a marriage with Miss Altifiorla."
If you can be happy in once more possessing her, it cannot signify who shall see you. There can be nothing to be ashamed of in going for your wife; nor can any evil happen to you. As this thing is to be done, let it be done in a noble spirit." When she had told the Dean's family, and Mrs. Green, and Cecilia, Miss Altifiorla began to feel that there was no longer a secret worth the keeping.
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