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He loved Rotherwood and the simple, kindly folk amongst whom he lived. His books and Elizabeth's society were his chief pleasures. If the day passed without seeing her, Theo noticed that he grew restless and preoccupied, and finally went across to the Wood House on some excuse or other, to assure himself that nothing was amiss.
Upon her departure she bade Theo and Maggie a most affectionate adieu, adding: "Be good girls while I am away, keep in the house, mind Mrs. Jeffrey, and don't fall in love." This last injunction came involuntarily from the old lady, to whom the idea of their falling in love was quite as preposterous as to themselves.
"Great God!" groans the father, drawing his hand back, and with such a dreadful grief in his countenance, that Hetty runs to her almost swooning sister, clasps her to her heart, and cries out, rapidly, "Theo knew nothing of it, sir! It was my doing it was all my doing!" Theo lies on her sister's neck, and kisses it twenty, fifty times.
"I own I was very much moved by the play, and the beauty and acting of Mrs. Woffington. I was sorry that the poor mother should find her child, and lose him. I am sorry, too, papa, if I oughtn't to have been sorry!" adds the young lady, with a smile. "Women are not so clever as men, you know, Theo," cries Hetty from her end of the table, with a sly look at Harry.
They have cast me off grandma, Theo, all, all!" and, sinking upon the lounge, she wept aloud. "Margaret," said Henry, coming to her side, "but for my promise I should have talked to George of you, for there was a troubled expression on his face when he asked me if I had heard from Hillsdale."
But love, having achieved its perfect work, must be kept under subjection till the accepted moment. A little more brandy, a little more chafing of hands and limbs, and the miracle was complete. By degrees, as imperceptible as the coming of dawn, life stole back in response to his touch. She stirred, drew a deep breath, and opened her eyes. "Theo, . . is it you? Have I . . got you . . still?"
It was the first time that Madam Conway had seen him since her memorable encounter with his mother, for though Theo had more than once been home, he had never before accompanied her, and now when Madam Conway heard his voice in the hall below she groaned afresh.
But I'm sure most of us make that promise with mental reservations. In certain cases I should not dream of obeying you, Theo, and this is one!" "But if I flatly refuse to take you with me?" "I suppose I should have to follow on alone." He looked at her straightly for a moment. Then: "I don't think you would deliberately defy me, Honor," he said in a level tone.
Then, when the pause had grown unbearable, he returned slowly: "The night before last I saw you with Théo on the lawn." A painful blush burnt her face, and, unwontedly abashed, she turned away. It seemed to her almost monstrous that Joyselle should have witnessed the little scene in the moonlight. "You you saw him kiss me?" she faltered. "Yes. But that was not the worst.
Morehouse, who took one or two French and English illustrated weeklies as well as New York daily papers, saw these things as soon as Theo Dene saw them; and, when Angela returned to San Francisco from Bakersfield, he told her of the Prince's project.
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