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Her friend was going to call back for her on the return journey. "I knew you wouldn't mind," she said. "And I'm not going to stop your work, or bother you." "I'm not busy," Michael said "at least, not for the moment." His eyes avoided Millicent's, which seemed to him bluer than usual; but his voice was less cold. His first greeting had been curt and almost impatient.
Bower stood so high in her esteem that she was sure the outspoken announcement of his intentions was dictated chiefly by anger at Millicent's unfair utterances. Perhaps he had some thought of marriage; but he must seek a wife in a more exalted sphere.
Some people argue that there is very little that is worth keeping secret; to which one may reply that there is still less worth disclosing. They talked of other things of his life in Africa, of his success with the Simiacine, of which discovery the newspapers were not yet weary until the bell was heard in the basement, and thereafter Millicent's voice in the hall.
I understand he is by no means prosperous, but at least getting a footing in the country, and the people apparently have rather a high opinion of him. Did I mention that one of the party was a girl?" She saw the quickened interest in Millicent's eyes. With assumed indifference in her voice Millicent asked: "What kind of people were they?" "The girl was handsome well-finished, too.
The lesser child was fumbling with one of the little packets. "Oh!" a wail went up from Millicent. "You've taken one! You didn't wait." Then her voice changed to a motherly admonition, and she began to interfere. "This is the way to do it, look! Let me help you." But Marjory drew back with resentment. "Don't, Millicent! Don't!" came the childish cry. But Millicent's fingers itched.
Then her mood developed a bitterness against Millicent. She thought cruelly that Millicent's magic was no part of the girl's soul, no talent acquired by loving exertion, but something extrinsic, unavoidable, and unmeritorious. Why was it so? Why should fate treat Milly like a godchild? Why should she have prettiness, and adorableness, and the lyric gift, and such abounding confident youth?
He probably sells printed cottons to the natives, or exchanges wrought metal for ivory an intellectual craft. But he is gaining experience, and I suppose he thinks he is going to make a fortune." It happened that this was precisely the thought expressed by Jack Meredith in the letter in Millicent's hand. "He is sanguine," she admitted. "Of course. Quite right.
Finally, Worth yielded and promised Millicent that she would go to Beechwood in her place. "You darling!" said Millicent emphatically, flying to her table to write acceptances of both invitations. Saturday afternoon Worth got ready to keep Millicent's engagement.
He was engaged for the most part with Millicent's father that visit, though he pressed food of his own cooking upon her and tried to make her chatter a bit. But he got little out of her, for she weren't a talker at best, and she couldn't forget her mother had laughed at her for being so interested in the man, and so she was shyer than usual.
He took Meg's brown hand in his such a different hand from Millicent's! and placed it on the top of Michael's and held it there. "Bless you, my children!" he said. "I feel like a heavy father. And I've nothing more to say, except that I'm jolly glad, and I congratulate you both." Meg's eyes were shining. Freddy was so boyish and yet so much her elder brother. How she loved him!
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