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It was a secret, but I must tell some one, I must have some one to consult." And then in hurried accents she confided to him her promise to Mrs Asplin, and the sad reason which made it so necessary to preserve her from alarm. "You see, Rob, it is very serious," she said in conclusion.
It was just like you to choose a ridiculous way of giving this lovely present. Fancy me with a diamond brooch I shall feel so grand. How can I ever thank you enough?" Mrs Asplin dropped a tear on the shabby table-cloth, for she never could resist a tear when she was very happy, and Mellicent wailed sadly: "I wish I were married! I wish I were married! It would suit me far better than her.
A fire was kindled in the old nursery, which was now used as a sewing-room, and Mrs Asplin, who understood nothing if it was not the art of making young folks happy, had promised a supper of roast apples and cream when the drying process was finished.
We shall be in town for some weeks yet, so any time that suits you will do for me." "I'm afraid I can't make any promises at present, Rosalind, for we are house-hunting, and when we find what we want we shall be busy getting all in order. The only visit I mean to pay this summer is to Mrs Asplin at the vicarage, and I am going there with Mellicent in ten days' time.
"And you, Peggy dear you will put on your pretty red, of course!" she said, standing still, with a bundle of branches in her arms, and looking with a kindly glance at the pale face, which had somehow lost its sunny expression during the last two days. Peggy hesitated and pursed up her lips. "Why `of course, Mrs Asplin? I never change my dress until evening.
I've got a present for every one such a beautiful white shawl for Mrs Asplin, a tiger skin for your father's study, some old manuscripts for Esther, as I could not think of anything she would like better, and " "And what for How very nice!
Then his wife, a tall, fair woman, with a beautiful profile, and an air of languid discontent, who floated past with rustling silken skirts, leaving an impression of elegance and luxury, which made Mrs Asplin sigh and Mellicent draw in her breath with a gasp of rapture.
"What do you think?" began Mrs Asplin tragically, seating herself in state in an old armchair and endeavouring to keep up an imposing front, despite the fact that the absence of the fourth castor sent her tilting first to one side and then to the other. "What do you think we have got to show you in the drawing-room?" "What do you think?
"It is for you, sir, but it cannot possibly be anything about " Mr Asplin tore open the envelope, glanced over the words, and broke into an exclamation of amazement. "It is! It is from Peggy herself! `Euston Station. Returning by 10.30 train. Please meet me at twelve o'clock. Peggy. What in the world does it mean?"
Please let me in!" she replied in her clear, pleasant tones; whereupon there was a hasty scamper inside, and the door was thrown open. "Oh-h! I didn't know it was you; I thought it was one of the girls. I'm sorry I kept you waiting." Mrs Asplin gave a glance around. The gas-fire was lit, but the chair beside it stood stiffly in the corner, and the cushion was uncrushed.
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