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Updated: June 11, 2025
You ask me to let you take me to my rehearsals, and I come day after day, risking something, because you are disguised. I don't risk much, perhaps Mrs. Rushmore's disapproval. But that is something, for she has been very, very good to me and I wouldn't lose her good opinion for a great deal.
'I am dining with him to-night, and if you will allow me I'll bring him to-morrow afternoon. 'You seem very sure that he will come, Margaret said. 'But why should he not? Every one is glad to come to Mrs. Rushmore's house. This was an unanswerable form of complimentary argument.
But instead, he now seemed resigned to her future career, talked cheerfully and predicted unbounded success. She had received very many letters and telegrams from other friends, and some of them lay in a heap on the dressing-table. The greater part were from people who had known her at Mrs. Rushmore's, and who did not look upon her attempt as anything more than the caprice of a gifted amateur.
'Oh, my dear! This is too shameful! I told you so! Mrs. Rushmore's elderly cheeks were positively scarlet as she stared at the print. Margaret observed the unwonted phenomenon with surprise. 'I don't see anything so appallingly improper in that, she observed. 'You don't see! No, my child, you don't! I trust you never may. Indeed if I can prevent it, you never shall. Disgusting! Vile!
She liked him herself, and she saw that Margaret liked him very much; and it was more moral in a nice girl to like an Englishman than a foreigner, just as it would be still more moral of her to prefer an American to an Englishman, according to Mrs. Rushmore's scale of nationalities. Next to what was moral, she was fond of lions, who are often persons without any morals whatsoever.
Moreover, Margaret Donne was ashamed of what Margarita da Cordova knew, and Cordova had moments of sharp regret when she thought of the girl who had been herself, and had lived under good Mrs. Rushmore's protection, like a flower in a glass house. She remembered, too, how Lushington and Mrs. Rushmore had warned her and entreated her not to become an opera-singer.
Rushmore's roof, that she might never see Logotheti again, that she were launched in her artistic career, free at last and responsible to no one for her actions, her words or her thoughts. But Mrs.
They walked on without speaking again for a long time, and without wishing to speak. When they were in sight of Mrs. Rushmore's gate Margaret broke the silence at last. 'Do you mean to take an early train to-morrow morning? she asked. 'Nine o'clock, I think, he answered. There was another little pause, and again Margaret spoke, but very low, this time.
His patience and perfect simplicity did more to make her love him than anything he had done before. She had learned his secret, or a great part of it, and she understood him now, and the reason why he had changed his name, and she felt that he had behaved very well to her in going away, though she wished that he had boldly taken her into his confidence before leaving Mrs. Rushmore's.
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