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So far as I remember, neither Jack nor Darthea betrayed by their manner what I learned naught of for so many years. Neither did my Aunt Gainor's shrewdness get any hint of what passed at Cliveden. I recall, however, that Jack became more and more eager to rejoin his regiment, and this he did some two weeks later.
It may be he cares too much for that wayward witch, Darthea." I should say that it was at this time or soon after my dear friend began to keep a somewhat broken diary of events. What he says of former years was put on paper long afterward. "If I did but know," writes Jack, "that he is seriously taken, I should understand, alas! what not to do. But as to some things Hugh is a silent man.
I settled my score and went out, passing down the river-front. Here I counted and took careful note of the war-ships anchored all the way along the Delaware. At noon I bought an "Observer," and learned that Mr. Howe had lost a spaniel dog, and that there was to be a great festival that night in honour of Sir William Howe's departure for England. Would Darthea be there?
After that I comforted her a little as to Darthea, and said she could no more keep up being angry than a June sky could keep cloudy, and that, after all, it was just as well Darthea knew the worst of the man. I related, too, what Jack had told, and said that now my cousin would, I thought, go away, and we thank Heaven! be quit of him forever. "And yet I must see him once," she said, "and you too.
Arthur Wynne was able to ride out by the end of January, as I heard, for I did not chance to see him. My father remained much as he had been for a year. Darthea, to our great surprise, on Captain Wynne's return became desirous to yield to her aunt and to go to New York.
"I talk nonsense? Do I?" "Yes, sometimes. I want thee to listen to me. I have cared for thee " "Now please don't, Mr. Wynne. They all do it, and I like you. I want to keep some friends." "It is useless. Darthea. I am so made that I must say my say. Thou mayest try to escape, and hate it and me, but I have to say I love thee. No, I am not a boy. I am a man, and I won't let thee answer me now."
Thank God, Darthea!" "And do you love me so much, Hugh? I I did not know." She was like a sweet, timid child. I could only say, "Yes, yes!" "Oh, Hugh!" she cried. "How can you forgive me? But I am not like other women. My word you will know and then you will forgive me." Her eyes were full of tears, her face all aglow. "There is there never will be anything to forgive."
"I think he slowly lost his place in the heart won when Darthea was younger, and perhaps carried away by vain notions, which lost value as time went on. Such men have for the best of women a charm we cannot understand."
A more unlikely thing I cannot imagine to have happened to John Warder. "I saw Darthea to-day," he goes on to write. "She is going to New York. She talked to me with such frankness as almost broke my heart. She does not know how dear she is to me. I was near to telling her; but if she said No, and she would, I might oh, I could not see her again. I had rather live in doubt.
But they are all in a nice mess, Master Hugh, and know not what to do. I hate these moderates. Mr. Washington is a man as big as your father, and better builded. I like him, although he says little and did not so much as smile at Bessy Ferguson's nonsense. And Darthea you do not ask about Darthea. She is playing the mischief with Jack and her captain. She will not let me talk about him.
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