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Updated: May 4, 2025
About three weeks after lord Gartley's call, during which he had left a good many cards in Addison square, Hester received the following letter from Miss Vavasor: "My dear Miss Raymount, I am very anxious to see you, but fear it is hardly safe to go to you yet. You with your heavenly spirit do not regard such things, but I am not so much in love with the future as to risk my poor present for it.
Neither would I willingly be the bearer of infection into my own circle: I am not so selfish as to be careless about that. But communicate with you somehow I must, and that for your own sake as well as Gartley's who is pining away for lack of the sunlight of your eyes. I throw myself entirely on your judgment.
For she did not like to read Gartley's letters before her mother not from shyness, but from shame: she would have liked ill to have her learn how poor her Gartley's utterances were upon paper. But ere she was six slow steps away, she turned at a cry from her mother. "Good heavens, what can it be? Something has happened to him!" said Mrs. Raymount. Her face was white almost as the paper she held.
He was no longer the second person in the compact, but had taken the place belonging to the male contracting party! For he had been painfully conscious now and then that he played but second fiddle. They sat down and talked the whole thing over. Now that Hester was at peace she began to look at it from Gartley's point of view. "I am so sorry for you!" she said.
"Then then ," she said, "you don't I mean there's no I mean, you don't feel differently towards me?" "Towards you, my angel!" exclaimed Gartley, and held out his arms. She threw herself into them, and clung to him. It was the first time either of them had shown anything approaching to abandon. Gartley's heart swelled with delight, translating her confidence into his power.
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