She would leap at his
neck if he were there, and tell him that for years he had been almost her
god. And of course he knew it. "If I will have him! Traitor!" she said to
herself, smiling through her tears. Then she reflected that after all it
would be well that she should read the letter. There might be conditions;
though what conditions could he propose with which she would not comply?
However, she seated herself in a corner of the room and did read the
letter. As she read it, she hardly understood it all; but she understood
what she wanted to understand. He asked her to share with him his home. He
had spoken to her that day without forethought; but mustn't such speech be
the truest and the sweetest of all speeches? "And now I write to you to
ask you to be my wife." Oh, how wrong some people can be in their
judgments! How wrong Lady Fawn had been in hers about Frank Greystock!
"For the last year or two I have lived with this hope before me." "And so
have I," said Lucy. "And so have I; with that and no other." "Too great
confidence! Traitor," she said again, smiling and weeping, "yes, traitor;
when of course you knew it.
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