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Greyfield smiled, and gazed into the fire, whose pleasant radiance filled the room, bringing out the soft warm colors in the carpet, and making fantastic shadows of our easy-chairs and ourselves upon the wall. "Mr. Greyfield was your second husband?" I said, in an inquiring tone, but without expecting to be contradicted. "Mr.
Anna Greyfield, at whose home among the foot-hills of the Sierras in Northern California, I had spent one of the most delightful summers of my life.
As I was in the habit of inquiring of any newcomer concerning you, and the people in the train you were in, I asked this man if he had ever met a Mrs. Greyfield, or any of the others. He replied that he thought there was a woman of my name living in Portland, Oregon, a year or two before he was sure he had heard of a young widow of that name.
The universal opinion among men seems to be that, if you do not like the man you have, you must like some other one; and each one thinks it is himself." The piquant tone in which Mrs. Greyfield uttered her observations always provoked a smile. But I caught at an intimation in her speech. "Sometimes," I said, "you speak as if you acknowledged Mr.
I smiled, because I thought the admission was as good as Mr. Greyfield need desire, for his prospects. "I think I can understand," I said, "how difficult it must be to get over all the gaps made by so many years of estrangement of fancied death, even.
In reply to my glance of surprise, she changed the scene of her story to an earlier date. "Mr. Greyfield had always wanted to come to California, after the gold discoveries; but when he married me he agreed not to think of it any more.
It seems to me that you must have sometimes yearned for the ownership of some heart, and the strong tenderness of man's firmer nature." Mrs. Greyfield looked at me with a curiously mixed expression, half of sarcastic pity, half of amused contempt. But the thought, whatever it was, went unspoken. She reflected a moment silently before she answered.
Greyfield's mind was such that no answer was written or attempted that day nor the next. She sent a brief dispatch to Benton, asking him to come home, and come alone. I wished to go away, thinking she would prefer being left quite to herself under the circumstances, but she insisted on my remaining until something had been decided on about the meeting between her and Mr. Greyfield.
Greyfield, he said, with great gravity, 'I fear I have unintentionally compromised you very seriously. In advising you to take this house, and open it for boarders, I was governed entirely by what I conceived to be your best interests; but it seems that I erred in my judgment.
'The mills of the gods, etc., you know?" "Then I am not to see Mr. Greyfield?" "O yes; if you will stay until Mr. comes from Portland. I shall be glad of your presence on that occasion. Mr. Greyfield, you must understand, is under orders to keep out of the way until that time arrives. You can be of service to me, if you will stay."
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