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The footman passed him in the hall; he had a card upon his silver salver, and was seeking his mistress in the library. But when he entered there the room was empty. Mrs. Rosscott had slipped through the blue velvet portières, expecting to see a friend, and had stopped short on the other side, amazed at finding herself face to face with an utter stranger.
Given two such statements and the conclusion is easy. Mrs. Rosscott wrote to Mitchell and here is what she wrote: MY DEAR MR. MITCHELL: I should have answered your letter before only that in the excitement of corresponding with my brother I forgot all else. But my manners have returned by slow degrees and in hunting through my desk for a bill I found you and so take up my pen.
Someone told me that as long as there’s any hope they wear stout boots and walk about and hunt, but as soon as it’s hopeless they take to embroidering." "It must be rather a blue day for them when they decide definitely to make the change," said Jack. "I never thought of that," said Mrs. Rosscott soberly. "Of course it must! I was always very good to them.
"I hope she won’t take it in any way but the right way!" the widow said thoughtfully. "My dearest, in what other way could she take it? I think she has proved her opinion of you pretty sincerely." "Yes," said Mrs. Rosscott, with a little smile, "I certainly have cause to feel that she loves me for myself alone."
"You can’t help their all wanting to make love to the same girl," said Jack; "the more you try to convince them of their folly the deeper in love they are bound to fall. I’m an illustration of that myself." Mrs. Rosscott looked at him then and curved her mouth sweetly. "You do say such pretty things," she said. "I don’t see how you’ve learned so much in so little time.
Jack was much perturbed upon receipt of this letter. He whistled a little and frowned a great deal. But at last he decided to be frank and tell the truth to Mrs. Rosscott. To that end he wrote her a lengthy note. After two preliminary pages so personal that it would not be right to print them for public reading, he continued thus: I’ve had a letter from my sister, who is with Aunt Mary at present.
Rosscott laid her cheek back against his coat lapel, and looked up into his eyes with the sweetest smile that even he had ever seen upon even her face. "It’s a bargain," she murmured. Along in the beginning of the fall Aunt Mary began suddenly to grow very feeble indeed.
"I always knew you were suthin’ out of the ordinary," she declared vigorously. "You know I wouldn’t have let him marry you if I hadn’t been pretty sure as you were different from Lucinda an’ the common run." And then she beamed on them both and Jack beamed on them both and Mrs. Rosscott kissed each of them and dried her own happy eyes.
"I thought that I had heard about your aunt." "Oh, yes, I have a rich aunt," Jack said, laughing, "and I can assure you that if I am not much credit to my aunt, my aunt is the greatest possible credit to me." "Yes, I’ve heard that, too," said Mrs. Rosscott, joining in the laugh, "you see I’m well posted."
"In the first place she would go crazy at the idea of her darling nephew’s marrying her maid,—and in the second place—" "Well,—in the second place?" "I wouldn’t marry you,—I said I wouldn’t and I won’t. You’re too young." "But you’ve promised to marry me some day." "Yes, I know—but not till—not till—" "Not till when?" "I haven’t just decided," said Mrs. Rosscott, airily.
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