A Search For A Secret: A Novel. Vol. 1Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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A Search For A Secret: A Novel. Vol. 1
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Mystery fiction
"It could not be otherwise," I said; "they naturally wish you to choose
one who, from her rank and connections, may strengthen your position,
however high that may be. And now, I can only say again how sorry I am
for the pain I have given you, but that it cannot be. I shall always
remember you with esteem and regard, and nothing will give me greater
pleasure than to hear you have made some happier choice."
The young man saw that any further appeal would be hopeless, and the
tears stood in his honest grey eyes.
"Thank you very much for your kindness, Miss Ashleigh, but, believe me,
I shall ever regard you----" "as a friend," I said, rising, and making a
movement to the staircase. He offered me his arm, and as we went up I
began chatting on indifferent subjects, as I did not wish any one to
even guess what had taken place. As we walked round the room, we passed
by where the countess, his mother, was sitting. I saw she looked at us
anxiously, and as her son caught her eye, he shook his head slightly in
answer to the question she asked, and I could see her eyes open, first
in astonishment, and then soften with a variety of emotions,--sorrow for
her son's disappointment,--pleasure that he was not going to make a
match which she could not have thought suitable. As we passed again, she
stopped us, and spoke a few words to me, for I had frequently spoken to
her before, and had liked her much, for she was a kind, motherly sort of
woman, though she was a countess. She said she heard this was my last
ball, and that she should quite miss my face amongst the dancers.
"It is a fresh, happy face, my dear, and I hope it may continue so.
Good-bye; you have my best wishes;" and she shook hands with me very
kindly and affectionately, in a way which seemed to say a very great
many things which she could not well express.
When I got back that evening, Ada, who had been rather silent on our way
home, came into my room, as she usually did, for a talk, and said,
"Agnes, I was going down the stairs to get an ice, and I saw you and
Lord Holmeskirk go into the conservatory together, and you were there
when I came up again, and I am quite sure by both your looks that he has
made you an offer. Well?"
"What do you mean by _well_?" I asked, for I felt a little hurt that,
after what I had said to her about Percy, she should ever dream of the
possibility of my accepting any one else.
"Of course I mean what did you answer? Don't keep me waiting, Agnes: you
don't know how anxious and impatient I have been to get home to ask
you."
"After what I said to you about Percy, Ada," I said, rather coldly, "I
should have thought it hardly necessary to ask. Of course I refused
him."
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