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Upon the foot of Mary Connynge, twinkling in and out as she walked, showed the crudely garnished little shoe of the Indian princess over seas, dainty, bizarre, singular, covering the smallest foot in all London town. "By all the saints!" Law was saying, "you might be the very maker of this little slipper yourself. I have won the forty crowns, I swear! Perforce, I'll leave them to you in my will."
Mary Connynge stood an inch taller, as she sprang to her feet in sudden scorn and bitterness. "Your affianced wife!" cried she. "What! So soon! Oh, rare indeed must be my opinion of this Lady Catharine!" "It was never my way to waste time on a journey," said John Law, coolly. "Your wife, your affianced wife?" "As I said."
"Surely you do not mean you have no reference to Mary Connynge?" cried Sir Arthur. Will bowed his head abjectly and left the other to guess that which sat upon his mind. Sir Arthur drew a long breath and stopped his angry pacing up and down. "It ran on for weeks," said Will Law. "We were to have been married. I had no thought of this.
He saw the smallest foot in London just peep in and out, suddenly withdrawn as Mary Connynge sat her down. She held the message now in her hand. In her soul sat burning impatience, in her heart contempt for the callow youth before her. Yet to that youth her attitude seemed to speak naught but deference for himself and doubt for this unusual situation.
Silent now, and dutifully obedient enough was this erstwhile English beauty, Mary Connynge; yet often and often Law caught the question of her gaze.
"It might be," said Lady Catharine, musingly, "that he would some day find means to send us word." "Who? Sir Arthur?" "No. The young man, Mr. Law of Lauriston." "Yes; or he might come himself," replied Mary Connynge. "Fie! He dare not!" "Oh, but be not too sure. Now suppose he did come 'twill do no harm for us to suppose so much as that. Suppose he stood there at your very door, Lady Kitty.
"I had but thought him frank enough, and truly most courteous." "Why, truly," replied Mary Connynge. "But saw you naught in his eye?" "Why, but that it was blue, or gray," replied Lady Catharine. "Oh, ho! then my lady did look a bit, after all! And so this is why the knight flourisheth so bravely in silks to-day Fie! but a mere adventurer, Lady Kitty.
She taught them the crafte of endytynge Whiche vyces ben that sholde avoyded be Whiche ben the coulours gay of that connynge Theyr dyfference and eke theyr properte Eche thynge endyte how it sholde poynted be Dystynctyon she gan clare and dyscusse Whiche is Coma Colym perydus.
Both the young women sighed, and both looked out of the window. "Because," said Mary Connynge, "they are but strangers. That talk of having letters may be but deceit. They themselves may be coiners. I have heard it said that coiners are monstrous bold." "To be sure, he mentioned Sir Arthur Pembroke," ventured Lady Catharine. "Oh!
"Wait! The time will come. So soon as we reach the settlements, I leave him, and forever! Then " Their hands met swiftly. "He has abandoned me," murmured Mary Connynge. "He has not spoken to me for weeks, other than words of 'Yes, or 'No, 'Do this, or 'Do that! Wait! Wait! How soon shall we be at Montréal?" "Less than a month. 'Twill seem an age, I swear!"
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