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"The ass brays acknowledgments," answered Bunsey meekly, helping himself to another cigar. "You may rely on my loyal and devoted interest. The fact that I have heard your secret twice before to-day shall not open my lips or cause me to violate your trust." Notwithstanding my attitude of indifference I was greatly troubled by Bunsey's unfeeling suggestion.
Had I been of that remarkable stuff of which your true hero is made, of which Bunsey's heroes are made, and had I come up to the very reasonable expectations of the followers of literary romance, I should have burst through the syringa with passion in my face and rage in my heart and precipitated a tragedy.
This appeared to call for an explanation. Heaven knows I am not jealous of Bunsey, and would not deprive him of a single distinction that is honestly his. But a regard for the truth, coupled with much doubt as to Bunsey's ability to live up to such lively expectations, compelled me to resort to a little gentle correction. "My dear Phyllis," I said, "you must disabuse your mind of that fallacy.
My reason for asking the question was simply to lead the way to a confidence I intend to repose in you. To proceed expeditiously to the end of a long story, I intend to marry one of them." Bunsey's tranquillity was unshaken. "Which one?" "Which one?" I echoed with heat, "why, Miss Kinglake, of course." "Does she intend to marry you?" "Naturally." "Or unnaturally?" "Confound your impertinence!"
From my childhood I have been in the habit of keeping a diary, a running comment on the daily incidents of my pleasant but uneventful life, and occasionally, when Bunsey's society seemed too assertive and familiar, I sought to punish him by reading long and numerous excerpts.
I recall, not without emotion after all these years, that Bunsey's memorial tribute to the church paper for which he never received a dollar was a model of appreciation as well as of Christian forgiveness and self-forgetfulness. The passing of Mrs.
All these friendly offices I gently put aside, in recalling the degradation of Bunsey's ideals, though I went on tolerating Bunsey, who had a good heart and an insistent manner. In this way I possibly deprived myself of a glorious career. My ability to befriend Bunsey was due to a felicitous chain of circumstances. When the late Mrs.
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