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Of course, therefore, it was only the wildest conjecture. Yet how could Cecil believe that a girl who had once cared for Bertie should so utterly have forgotten him as to sacrifice herself to any one else within a few weeks? But a letter from Du Meresq himself did much to banish these gathering doubts and suspicions. It appeared quite open and above-board, and was written to Mrs.
I believe you have more head than any girl I know, and more heart, too; and no one can appreciate your sense and affection more than yours, ever devotedly, "A. Du MERESQ." Cecil rode thoughtfully on, as she turned the letter over in her mind, trying to penetrate Bertie's meaning. "Why does he not speak out more plainly?" thought she.
Strange to say, though, she experienced no new shock. That Du Meresq was dead, she had never doubted, or that his spirit, in the moment of departure, had hovered for an instant near the one who loved him best. It seemed to connect her with that other world whither he had gone. It did not appear so far away, now Bertie was there, and her thoughts were ever in communion with her spirit love.
Bertie pressed her hand under the table, and for a moment they were oblivious of anything passing around. Du Meresq darted a searching glance at the man, who looked as stolid as the Serjeant in 'Our's. No one could have guessed he was thinking what a piquante anecdote it would be to relate to his inamorata, the cook, over their supper-beer.
Indeed, the blue eyes were beginning to swim, when they were dried by a flash of indignation at the parting words of Du Meresq. He merely raised his hat, without attempting to shake hands, and said, in a jesting tone, "Au revoir, Miss Bluebell. I hope you will be a comfort to your mamma." As the jingle of the bells died away in the distance, Cecil felt a load removed from her heart.
Bluebell looked down; she was vaguely flattered by his caring to repeat the walk which she thought must be so unimportant to him, it would be something to look forward to, for she had enjoyed it, though she could not tell why. "But, Captain Du Meresq " she began. "Call me Bertie, when we are alone," said he.
I had better make tracks for the club; you will be at home in five minutes," and Du Meresq ceremoniously lifted his cap, for many eyes were about, and disappeared down another block. Bluebell on finding herself alone, went through a disagreeable reaction.
But as I shall send my papers in at once, most probably I can get leave till I am gazetted out." "Oh! I wish that mauvais quart-d'heure with papa were over," sighed Cecil. "All to-morrow in suspense!" "Cecil," said Du Meresq, in his most persuasive tones, "it is better to be prepared for the worst. I know you are true as steel, and far firmer than most girls.
The whole party were gathered on the lawn after breakfast, preparing for the start, and continually running backwards and forwards for something forgotten. Du Meresq and Cecil were talking apart: the Colonel was to be told that evening after dinner; and Bertie had to get to Cobourg, and catch the night steamer there. "If we are late back, there will be hardly any time," said the girl.
She made him stay to dinner, and Du Meresq, who thought things were looking up, gladly dismissed his Hansom, which had been imparting an unwonted appearance of dissipation to the locality for the last hour. He could make himself quite as agreeable to an old lady as a young one, and this one was a soldier's daughter, and Irish into the bargain.
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