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I believed that she did not suspect my real feeling for her, and certainly Sir Walter and Lady Tressidy had no reason to fancy anything of the kind. Wildred had suspicions, I was sure, but they could only have been born of quick and jealous intuitions.
From the vague hints she had dropped as to her relations with Sir Walter and Lady Tressidy, I hardly considered that it would be safe to write to her. Such a letter as I must send, should I write at all, if read by eyes for which it was not intended, might bring Karine into serious trouble.
I had outstayed them all all but Carson Wildred. "Have you quite recovered from yesterday's accident?" I asked, glad to share even so insignificant a secret with her. "Yes, oh, yes!" She spoke hurriedly, and her eyes had moved to the distant group near the fireside Lady Tressidy, Carson and Sir Walter. "You haven't reconsidered your promise that I should be your friend?"
I stepped quickly from the cab and would have given much for the right of a greater intimacy a right to go to the window and knock, begging the girl I loved to let me in, to grant me the heaven of ten minutes alone with her, before the necessities of convention called upon me to ask for Lady Tressidy.
It was true that Lady Tressidy had appeared to be inclined towards friendliness with me, but she had then no suspicions of my attitude to Karine. I would go down into the country and call upon Lady Tressidy and Miss Cunningham, I resolved; and if I had no opportunity of speaking with my beautiful girl in private, I would contrive to slip into her own hand a note previously prepared.
She's an orphan, whose father, though he came of what you English call a 'good family, made his pile in trade; and Sir Walter Tressidy, who is in the box with his wife, was her guardian until she came of age, about a year ago. She still lives with them, and Lady Tressidy takes her about.
It had indeed been Sir Walter and Lady Tressidy and Carson Wildred whose voices we had heard. "Why did you run away? We have been looking for you everywhere, and wasting so much time!" I heard Lady Tressidy say fretfully. "I was very tired of standing," the girl promptly returned, "and of waiting, too" with a certain imperiousness in her tone. "I wandered away to fill up the time till Mr.
Everything was dark to me, except the one lovely face raised smilingly towards mine, as some murmured words of introduction were spoken in the box, a little later, giving me the right henceforth to claim Miss Cunningham as an acquaintance. I suppose I answered coherently when Lady Tressidy addressed me, and talked without openly making an idiot of myself to Sir Walter.
Yet despite this nervous anxiety of hers, I could see or I flattered myself that she was vaguely surprised and piqued that I should be willing to discuss so trifling a subject during the fleeting moments before Lady Tressidy might be expected to appear. "You may hear the little romance if you like," the girl said, a faint wistfulness in her sweet voice. "Sixty or seventy years ago, Mr.
She held out her hand to me, and did not try to draw it away, though I grasped it rather longer and more tightly than conventionality might have approved. "You will come soon to see Lady Tressidy and me?" she asked, softly. "I thought of calling to-morrow afternoon. May I?" "I shall be glad very glad. Never shall I forget your kindness to me to-day. Don't think me any more odd than you can help.
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