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Once I hoped it might, now it is impossible; remember that he continue a friend and cousin, nothing more. I warn you in time, but if you neglect the warning, Maurice must go. No more of this; recollect my wish regarding Mr. Annon, and let your cousin amuse himself without you in public." "Mamma, do you wish me to like Frank Annon?"
He knows nothing of it, thought Treherne, and turned to Annon, who was deep in a long epistle from some intimate friend, with a talent for imparting news, to judge from the reader's interest. "Annon, I appeal to you, for I must discover who has robbed me of my letter." "I have but one, read it, if you will, and satisfy yourself" was the brief reply. "No, thank you.
There is a reason for the change you see in me; it's not caprice, it is obedience." "My dear girl, I know it. I meant to speak of it, and show you that I understand. Annon is a good fellow, as worthy of you as any man can be, and I wish you all the happiness you deserve." "Do you?" And her eyes searched his face keenly. "Yes; do you doubt it?"
Treherne smiled, well pleased, for no sign of maiden shame or pleasure did the girl's face betray, and as he watched her while she peeped, he thought with satisfaction, Annon is right, I have the advantage, and I'll keep it at all costs. "Here is Mamma. We must go in," said Octavia, as a stately old lady made her appearance in the drawing room.
She turned it fully toward him and answered, with her native sincerity, "Yes, I do, with all my heart, and now my mother will not thwart me, for Maurice has saved my life, and I am free to devote it all to him." "Happy man, I wish I had been a cripple!" sighed Annon.
Annon devoted himself to Octavia, and in spite of her command to be left in peace till the New Year, she was very kind so kind that hope flamed up in his heart, though he saw that something like compassion often shone on him from her frank eyes, and her compliance had no touch of the tender docility which lovers long to see.
"Have him out then," said Annon. "He won't come. The poor lad is blue tonight, in spite of his improvement. Something is amiss, and there is no getting a word from him." "Sad memories afflict him, perhaps," sighed Blanche. "Don't be absurd, dear, sad memories are all nonsense; melancholy is always indigestion, and nothing is so sure a cure as fun," said Rose briskly.
"My dear, I'm not pleased with you, and I tell you so at once, that you may amend your fault," began Madame Mere in a tender tone, for though a haughty, imperious woman, she idolized her children. "What have I done, Mamma?" asked the girl. "Say rather, what have you left undone. You have been very rude to Mr. Annon.
That would account for old Sir Jasper's whim, and Treherne's steady denial of any knowledge of the cause. How in heaven's name did you learn this?" "My woman's wit suggested it, and my woman's will shall confirm or destroy the suspicion. My lady and Octavia evidently know nothing, but they shall if there is any danger of the girl's being won by him." "You would not tell her!" exclaimed Annon.
"Not entirely; while women pity and pet the poor fellow, his comrades will be jealous, absurd as it is." "No one pets him but me, and I have a right to do it, for he is my cousin," said the girl, feeling a touch of jealousy herself. "Rose and Blanche Talbot outdo you, my dear, and there is no cousinship to excuse them." "Then let Frank Annon be jealous of them, and leave me in peace.
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