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You don't know how grateful I am, dear. I shall never, never forget your goodness and sweetness to me, dear old Hugh. "Your loving "MARJORIE." With something approaching reverent care, Hugh put the little pink-scented note into his pocket-book. To-night he would go to Town, to-morrow he would interview Miss Joan Meredyth.
She did not like her. She resented her; but for Helen, there would never have been any break in the old happy life at Buddesby. "So you wish to see Joan, why?" "Privately." "My dear child, surely " "I am not a child, and I wish to see Joan Meredyth privately, and surely I have the right, Mrs. Everard?" Helen frowned. "Well, at any rate you cannot see her now. She is engaged, a friend is with her."
But I swear to God, Meredyth, I played my part like a man. I had done a dastardly thing. There was nothing left for me but to make reparation. In a few moments I tore my life asunder. The girl I had wronged was to be the mother of my child. I accepted the situation. I was as kind to her as I could be. She laid her head on my shoulder and cried, and I put my arm around her.
Only his eyes and mouth were visible. "It's worth while being done in," said he. "It makes one feel like a Sultan. You have just to clap your hands and say 'I want this, and you've got it. I've a good mind to say to this dear lady, 'Fetch their gracious Majesties from Buckingham Palace, and I'm sure they'd be here in a tick. It's awfully good of you to come, Meredyth."
"It is private and personal, my business with you. I understand you are engaged to be married to a lady in whom I have felt some interest." Johnny looked up and stiffened. "Well?" "I allude to Miss Joan Meredyth, for some time engaged by me as a typist in my city office." "Well?" "Miss Meredyth did not always hold the position in society that she does now." "I am aware of that."
His wife was dead, his only son was killed in the war, and he had left the whole of his fortune, about three hundred thousand pounds, and the Starden Hall Estate, to his niece, Miss Joan Meredyth." "By George! so the girl's an heiress!" "And a very considerable one!" "We won't say a word about it not a word, Hudson.
"Is she there alone?" Ellice asked. "Who, dear?" "This Helen, your aunt. Is it usual to call your aunt just plain Helen?" "No, I suppose it isn't, and she is not there alone, as you ask. She is living with a girl who has just come into a great deal of money Miss Joan Meredyth." "What is she like?" the girl asked quickly. Constance smiled. "I don't know, dear. You see, I have never seen her."
All will go well with you and Tom, and after all that is what I worked for. With regard to Miss Joan Meredyth " He paused. "Yes, Hugh, what about Joan? Oh, Hugh, now you have seen her, don't you think she is wonderful?" "I thought she had a very unpleasing temper," he said. "There isn't a sweeter girl in the world," Marjorie said. "I didn't notice any particular sweetness about her yesterday.
I find there is a train at a quarter-past three. I shall come by that to Cornbridge Station. "Believe me, "Yours gratefully and affectionately, "JOAN MEREDYTH." There was a subdued excitement about Lady Linden during the Thursday and the Friday, and an irritating air of secretiveness. "Foolish, foolish young people!
The idea of marriage had come to him, a thing he had never considered seriously before. Little by little it grew on him that he would prefer to have Joan Meredyth for a wife rather than in any other capacity. He could have been so proud of her beauty, her birth and her breeding. And now everything had undergone a change. The bottom had fallen out of his little world of romance.
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