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"Some day I'll read you Pompilia, little Suzanne," said Bocqueraz. "Do you know Pompilia? Do you know Alice Meynell and some of Patmore's stuff, and the 'Dread of Height'?" "I don't know anything," said Susan, feeling it true. "Well," he said gaily, "we'll read them all!" Susan presently poured his tea; her guest wheeling his great leather chair so that its arm touched the arm of her own.
Dry your eyes, dear, and come up on deck. We'll be casting off any moment now. Think of meeting your good father " "Oh, Daddy! " The words were a long wail. Then Susan straightened up resolutely. "I mustn't do this," she said sensibly. "I must find Mr. Bocqueraz." Suddenly it seemed to her that she must have just the sight and touch of Stephen or she would lose all self-control.
They chose a little table in the shallow angle of a closed doorway, and watched the confusion all about them; and Susan, warmed by the appreciative eyes so near her, found herself talking quite naturally, and more than once was rewarded by the writer's unexpected laughter. She asked him if Mrs. Bocqueraz and his daughter were with him, and he said no, not on this particular trip.
And, if you say not, I'll await your plans," he agreed. "But, Stephen what about tickets?" "The tickets are upstairs," he told her. "I reserved the prettiest suite on board for Miss Susan Bocqueraz, my niece, who is going with me to meet her father in India, and a near-by stateroom for myself. But, of course, I'll forfeit these reservations rather than hurry or distress you now.
I've thought a lot about Stephen Bocqueraz in the past few years, and I don't believe he meant to do anything terribly wrong and, as things turned out, I think he really did me more good than harm!
Bocqueraz would thus be near their daughter, Miss Julia Bocqueraz, whose marriage to Mr. Guy Harold Wetmore, second son of Lord Westcastle, would take place on Tuesday next. Susan told Billy about it late that night, more because not telling him gave the thing the importance inseparable from the fact withheld than because she felt any especial pang at the opening of the old wound.
"I think you over-estimate the interest that the world is going to take in our plans, Susan," he said, gravely, after a thoughtful moment. "We take our place in New York, in a year or two, as married people. 'Mrs. Bocqueraz'" the title thrilled Susan unexpectedly, "'Mrs. Bocqueraz is his second wife, people will say.
The next day she said her good-byes, agitated beyond the capacity to feel any regret, for Stephen Bocqueraz had casually announced his intention to take the same train that she did for the city. Ella gave her her check; not for the sixty dollars that would have been Susan's had she remained to finish out her month, but for ten dollars less.
"Most becoming thing you ever put on!" said Emily, trying to reestablish quite cordial relations. "I know," Susan agreed guiltily. When she and Stephen Bocqueraz came back into one of the smaller drawing-rooms after dinner Susan walked to the fire and stood, for a few moments, staring down at the coals.
She sat down, opposite him, as he took his chair again, but her breath was coming too short to permit of speech. "Upon my word I thought the woman said that you were all out!" said Bocqueraz, appreciative eyes upon her, "I hardly hoped for a piece of luck like this!" "Well, they are, you know. I'm not, strictly speaking, a Saunders," smiled Susan.
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