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Updated: May 13, 2025
"Perhaps you'll say you never had that letter?" "On the contrary, madam, I admit receiving it," he replied. "I daresay I have it still. Most of Maude's letters lie in my desk undisturbed." "And, admitting that, you refuse to act up to it?" "Maude wrote in a moment of pique, when she was angry with me. But " "And I have no doubt she had good cause for anger!"
She was not overjoyed in fond expectation, yet was contented to await the result of daily companionship for an indefinite period, as Maude Bereford was to remain until her presence was demanded at the castle. Still the young hostess gave herself no uneasiness about her brother's affairs. If he would form an attachment to Maude Bereford it would be a source for much rejoicing and happiness.
Maude looked up in the face of her mistress with an expression of deep perplexity. "Child," said the Countess, "when Dame Joan would send word touching some matter unto Dame Agnes here, falleth she a-saying unto herself of Dan Chaucer's brave Romaunt of The Flower and the Leaf?" "Surely, no, Madam." "Then what doth she?"
"You wouldn't understand if I told you," Matthew was retorting, when Maude put her hand on his lips. "I think that's enough for to-night," she said, as she closed the book. "There are lessons to do and father wants to read his newspaper in quiet." This brought a protest from Biddy. "Just a little more, mother! Can't we go into the schoolroom? We shan't disturb father there."
Bertram's answer was quick and decided. "Me!" Maude would have answered with properly injured dignity if she could; but a disagreeable lump of something came into her throat which spoilt the effect. "Thou hadst better wed me, Maude," said Bertram coaxingly, dropping his voice and his conventionalities together. "There is not a soul loveth thee as I do; and thou likest me well."
He taught the old lord to play on it; but many and many a time, when Lord Furnivall was thinking of nothing but his fine organ, and his finer music, the dark foreigner was walking abroad in the woods with one of the young ladies; now Miss Maude, and then Miss Grace.
At last it was supper-time, and then began the important operation of dressing for the evening. The girls might wear their hair any way they liked this last evening, and Maude was delighted when she looked in the glass and saw her hair floating about her shoulders once more. Maude's mother was not coming till the next day, so she was not quite as happy as Ruby was.
Bertram and Maude rode back as they had come. Maude was very silent, which was no wonder; and so, for ten minutes, was Bertram. Then he began: "How liked you this forest life, Mistress Maude?" "Well, Master Lyngern, and I thank you," said she absently. "And to-morrow is a week our Lady's Grace shall wed?" "Why, Master Lyngern, you know that as well as I."
She wouldn't be such an idiot, I hope, as to dislike it. Is not Anne going to be my brother's wife? Did you suppose I spoke of Anne in that way? you must have been dreaming, Maude." Maude hoped she had been. The young man took his cigar from his mouth, ran a penknife through the end, and began smoking again. "That time is far enough off, Maude.
Maude hardly knew whether she were pleased or not with Louis' reasoning.
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