"
"No, of course not; that is just what I mean. He can have no right to
interfere. When he asked me to be his wife, he said nothing about that.
But if he does not come to me, what shall I do?"
"I suppose I had better see him," said Frank slowly.
"Will you? That will be so good of you. I feel that I can leave it all
safely in your hands. I shall go out of town, you know, on the 30th. I
feel that I shall be better away, and I am sick of all the noise, and
glitter, and worldliness of London. You will come on the 12th?"
"Not quite so soon as that," he said, after a pause.
"But you will come?"
"Yes; about the 20th."
"And of course, I shall see you?"
"Oh, yes."
"So that I may have some one to guide me that I can trust. I have no
brother, Frank; do you ever think of that?" She put out her hand to him,
and he clasped it, and held it tight in his own; and then, after a while,
he pulled her towards him. In a moment she was on the ground, kneeling at
his feet, and his arm was round her shoulder, and his hand was on her
back, and he was embracing her. Her face was turned up to him, and he
pressed his lips upon her forehead.
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