'He said, probably I would never see you much more.'
But here the tears came to view undeniably; welled up, and filled the
eyes, and rolled over. Esther brushed them hastily away.
'And I hadn't the decency to write to you? Had that something to do
with it?'
'I thought--if you _had_ remembered me, you would perhaps have written,
just a little word,' Esther confessed, with some hesitation and
difficulty. Pitt was more touched and sorry than he would have supposed
before that such a matter could make him.
'Look here, Esther,' he said. 'There are two or three things I want you
to take note of. The first is, that you must never judge by
appearances.'
'Why not?' asked Esther, considering him and this statement together.
'Because they are deceptive. They mislead.'
'Do they?'
'Very frequently.'
'What is one to judge by, then?'
'Depends. In this case, by your knowledge of the person concerned.'
Esther looked at him, and a warmer shine came into her eye.
'Yes,' she said, 'I thought it was not like you to forget. But then,
papa said I would not be likely to see much more of you--ever'--(Esther
got the words out with some difficulty, without, however, breaking
down)--'and I thought, I had to get accustomed to doing without
you--and I had better do it.'
'_Why_ should you not see much more of me?' Pitt demanded energetically.
'You would be going away.'
'And coming back again!'
'But going to England, perhaps.'
'Who said that?'
'I don't know. I think Mrs. Dallas told papa.'
'Well, now look here, Queen Esther,' Pitt said, more moderately: 'I
told you, in the first place, you are not to judge by appearances. Do
you see that you have been mistaken in judging me?'
She looked at him, a look that moved him a good deal, there was so much
wistfulness in it; so much desire revealed to find him what she had
found him in times past, along with the dawning hope that she might.
'Yes,' said he, nodding, 'you have been mistaken, and I did not expect
it of you, Queen Esther. I don't think I am changeable; but anyhow, I
haven't changed towards you. I have but just got home this evening; and
I ran away from home and my mother as soon as we had done supper, that
I might come and see you.'
Esther smiled: she was pleased, he saw.
'And in the next place, as to that crotchet of your not seeing much
more of me, I can't imagine how it ever got up; but it isn't true,
anyhow. I expect you'll see an immense deal of me. I may go some time
to England; about that I can't tell; but if I go, I shall come back
again, supposing I am alive. And now, do you see that it would be very
foolish of you to try to get accustomed to doing without me? for I
shall not let you do it.'
'I don't want to do it,' said Esther confidingly; 'for you know I have
nobody else except you and papa.'
'What put such an absurd notion in your head! You a Stoic, Queen
Esther! You look like it!'
'What is a Stoic?'
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