Yes, said Emily, wondering if it were a lie. IIA
tack on the Shrewsbury road made Emily fifteen minutes late forMrs. Still making
pretty speeches to the ladies.
They wrote me you were going to marry Dean, said
Teddy abruptly.
But she had never dreamed he would be going away so
soon.
And just how was she to get through the rest of the
night? Elsie Borland, young and chubby, showing off her lovely handsa little in the
candlelight. Its about the only chance I have of being alone for a fewminutes. And
ithad been so long since she had heard it. I haventforgotten how you believed in me
and helped me and stood up for meto your Aunt Elizabeth.
Whichwas agreeable to both the Murray and the
Starr. I sometimes think, he whispered, that its wrong to preventanything from
growing. Let those who cared for them pay the price and take them.
But thenhe had vowed that so many times
before.
Teddy likedHER as a dear old pal and
chum.
The truth is, Ive been undergoing a white night.
Theyears have not made it any easier for her. She stood up, mist-pale,her eyes
dilating into darkness.
It is one of the springs when there is a crop of
maple-trees.
But one was not living in a Scotch ballad. I like
to come down here at sunrise, now and then, he said.
They then seem like vulgar, frowsy kitchen
maidsbeside a stately, white queen.
But one was not living in a Scotch ballad. Not to
begetting letters from Dean when he is away seems strange andunnatural. And looking
like an outraged duchessover it.
What did onebook more or less matter in this great
universe of life andpassion?