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Partridge to do the marryin', and a weddin' reception at our house and and everything. But I guess this is the best, and I know it's the most sensible. But, Oh Hosy, there's one thing I can't give up. I want you to be married at the American Ambassador's or somewhere like it and by an American minister.
I did not want to see anyone. But the door opened, nevertheless, and Hephzy came in. She crossed the room and stood by my chair. "What is it, Hosy?" she said, gently. "You must tell me all about it." I made some answer, told her to go away and leave me, I think. If that was it she did not heed. She put her hand upon my shoulder. "You must tell me, Hosy," she said. "What has happened?
"What difference does that make? We don't know anyone in France." Hephzibah was plainly shocked. "Why, Hosy!" she protested. "Have you forgotten Little Frank? He is in France somewhere, or he was at last accounts." "Good Lord!" I groaned. Then I got up and went out. I had forgotten "Little Frank" and hoped that she had.
I'm glad if you think it's a proof of happiness: I'm much obliged for the compliment." "Well, you are happy, or you are trying to appear so. If you are pretending for my benefit, don't. I'M not happy." "I know, Hosy; I know. Well, perhaps you " She didn't finish the sentence. "Perhaps what?" "Oh, nothin', nothin'. How many shirts did you bring with you? is this all?"
You poor thing," she said, leaning forward and addressing the nearest, "can't I fix you so you're more comfortable?" The woman addressed looked up and tried her best to smile. "Oh, no, thank you," she said, weakly but cheerfully. "We're doing quite well. It will soon be over." Hephzy shook her head. "Did you hear that, Hosy?" she whispered.
We must stop where we are. She must be told the truth now to-day." "I know I know, Hosy; but who'll tell her?" "I will." "She won't believe you." "Then she must disbelieve. She can call in her solicitor and I'll make him believe." Hephzy was silent. Her silence annoyed me. "Why don't you say something?" I demanded. "You know what I say is plain common-sense." "I suppose it is I suppose 'tis.
"She found out what sort of man her father really was and, bein' a high-spirited, proud girl as proud and high-spirited as she is clever and pretty and good she ran away and left us. We don't blame her, Hosy and I. We understand just how she feels and we've made up our minds to do as she asks and not try to follow her or try to bring her back to us against her will. We think the world of her.
Oh dear, Hosy! if ever I missed you and your help it's in this blessed country." Frances laughed at all this; she seemed just then to be in high spirits; but I thought, or imagined, that her high spirits were assumed for our benefit. At the first hint of questioning concerning her own life, where she lodged or what her plans might be, she rose and announced that she must go.
"Well, judgin' by her actions, I thought her husband was lost and she was sure he had been washed overboard. 'Where is Edward? she kept askin'. 'Poor Edward! What WILL he do? Where is he? I was gettin' real anxious, and then it turned out that she was afraid that, if he didn't come soon, he'd miss his tea. My soul! Hosy, I've been thinkin' and do you know the conclusion I've come to?"
We were fortunate enough to have a second-class compartment to ourselves this time, and, when we were seated, Hephzy asked a question. "Did you think to speak about the golf, Hosy?" she said. "You will want to play some, won't you?" "Yes," said I. "I did ask about it. It seems that the golf course is a private one, on the big estate we passed on the way from the station.
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