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Updated: June 7, 2025
Oh Amey I have never been so happy, as with you. You have been more than a sister to me, you have done for me what no one else in the world would have thought of doing for another but Amey Hampden!" "It has brought you no benefit, my little woman" I said regretfully, "although I believed your happiness was partly in my hands at the time."
"Yes, you are very much changed Amey," he said in a serious yet tender voice, "but," he continued slowly, "I should recognize you all the better for the change." His words were meaningless to me, but then they had always been so when we were friends long ago. "You are changed too Mr. Dalton," I retorted reciprocatingly.
"What a fuss I make about a little human life, eh Amey?" "It is right that you should," I answered gravely, "it is dearer to you I suppose than anything in the world." She stroked my hair affectionately and we both looked into the fire. One of her dainty slippers rested on the fender, one of her jewelled hands lay tremulously on my shoulder.
Hortense should never have cause to think regretfully of what might have been, were it not for Amey Hampden; I should never stand in her way except to guard her, to shield her from sorrow or harm. I could imagine too well what the pain would be to love and to lose in this instance, and I should therefore never inflict it upon any heart whose happiness was as dear to me as my own.
"You are very kind Hortense," I answered in a broken sob, "some day I may have cause to remember these words." "And you will act upon them, Amey? Will you not?" she put in eagerly. "Can you doubt that my heart will ever be a refuge for you? If you think anything of me you will make me this promise before we part."
I went into the study-hall because I had nothing to do with myself, and, do you know, Amey," she said with renewed earnestness, "when I saw you, it was so queer, I felt sure that I knew you already. Your face was so familiar. I looked at you all the time, while you sat bending over your task, but you never looked at me.
"Rouse yourself, and read this. An answer is wanted." It was from Alice Merivale, to my surprise, and appeared to have been scratched off in a hurry: "If you have nothing on hand for the afternoon, dear Amey, I wish you would come over at about one o'clock and take luncheon with me. It is so stupid. I folded it up and smiled, as I went in search of my writing materials.
She had been riding and driving, eating and drinking, walking and talking, with magnates of every age, sex and condition. "At first it perfectly appalled me, Amey love," she wrote in her strange, facetious way, "none but the upper, upper cream of humanity wherever I went. Of course it is taken for granted that I am worthy of the great privileges extended to me.
He stood beside me, leaning one elbow against the broad, old fashioned mantel, and looking into the fire at length I raised my eyes, and said with a timid voice. "I do not deserve your love, Arthur though I would now, if I could, if it were in my power." "What do you mean Amey?" he interrupted with solemn enquiry.
He had seemingly forgotten me, while his thoughts were busy with their own weaving. We had only been there a moment when my father advanced towards me accompanied by another gentleman. "Amey," he began before he had quite reached me, "have you forgotten our friend Dr. Campbell." I was sensibly confused as I withdrew my hand from Mr. Dalton's arm to give it to Dr. Campbell.
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