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He has walked out of my office into a fine position, and I unselfishly congratulated him with all my heart." "Poor Mr. Hemphill!" sighed Olive. She was thinking of the very young man she had sighed for when a very young girl. "He needs no pity," said Mr. Easterfield seriously.
"Well," said she, "he has proposed." "Mr. Hemphill!" exclaimed Mrs. Easterfield. "Rupert," Olive answered, "yes, it is truly Rupert who proposed to me." "I declare," cried Mrs. Easterfield, "you come to me and tell me this as if it were a piece of glad news. Yesterday, and even this morning, you were plunged in grief, and now your eyes shine as if you were positively happy."
"And you have always been entirely satisfied with him?" "Entirely," was the reply, without a smile. Now Olive turned her face toward her companion and laid her hand upon her arm. "You ought to be a happy woman," she said. "Now, what is this girl thinking of?" asked Mrs. Easterfield to herself.
Easterfield was busy in her garden when Dick Lancaster came to her. "What a wonderfully determined expression you have!" said she. "You look as if you were going to jump on a street-car without stopping it!" "You are right," said he, "I am determined, and I came to tell you so. I can't stand this sort of thing any longer.
I have had it from her own lips that her uncle's intended marriage is, and must always be, an effectual barrier between you and her." "What" cried Dick. "Have you spoken to her of me? And in that way?" "Yes," said Mrs. Easterfield, "I have. I did not intend to tell you, but you have forced me to do it. You see, she is a young woman of extraordinary good sense.
"I tell you, Mr. Easterfield," he said presently, "that I did not know until now how much I cared for that girl. I don't mind saying this to you because you come to me like a friend, and I believe in you. Yes, sir, I did not know how much I cared for her, and it is pretty hard on me to find out how little she cares for me." "You are wrong there," said Mr. Easterfield.
"I never saw him before!" cried Olive. "I never heard of him. I don't understand anything about it. The whole thing shocked me, and I wanted to get on." "I don't think it a very serious matter," said Mrs. Easterfield. "Some passer-by might have relieved your uncle for a time." "Not at all, not at all," replied Olive.
For an instant she thought she might have been mistaken, but there was her window with the Virginia creeper under the sill where she had trained it herself. Then she made a motion to her companion, who immediately drove on. "What does this mean?" exclaimed Mrs. Easterfield. "Who is that young man? Why didn't you give me a chance to ask after the captain, even if you did not care to do so?"
Easterfield and you have been very good and kind, and I have told you everything, but you do not seem to remember one thing I have said. I will not have anybody forced upon me; no matter if he happens to be an angel from heaven, or no matter how much better he may be than anybody else on earth. I have my reasons for this determination. They are good reasons, and, above all, they are my reasons.
Even under ordinary circumstances, I think the young woman has not a fair chance to get what she wants. But my case is extraordinary, and I can't afford to wait; and as I don't want to go out into the world to look for a husband, I am going to take one of these young men here." "Olive," cried Mrs. Easterfield, "you don't mean you are going to marry Mr. Locker?"
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