"No, because I did not take a woman's waywardness into consideration. I
thought I had a right to count upon her regard, and I found myself
mistaken."
"Explain yourself," entreated Frank.
"Will not to-morrow do? Here we are at home, and it must be one o'clock
at least."
"I should sleep better if I knew it all now," Frank intimated.
"Well, then, come to my room; but there is nothing in the story to
specially interest you. I loved her----"
"Edgar, you must be explicit. I am half lawyer in listening to this
tale; I want to understand these girls."
"Girls? It is of Emma only that I have to speak."
"I know, but tell the story with some details; tell me where you first
met her."
"Oh, if I must," sighed Edgar, who hated all talk about himself, "let's
be comfortable." And throwing himself into a chair, he pointed out
another to Frank.
"This is more like it," acknowledged the latter.
Edgar lit a cigar; perhaps he felt that he could hide all emotion behind
its fumes. Frank did not take one.
"I have known Emma Cavanagh ever since we were children," began Edgar.
"As a school-boy I thought her the merriest-eyed witch in town.---- Is
she merry now?"
Frank shook his head.
"Well, I suppose she has grown older, but then she was as full of
laughter and fun as any blue-eyed Mischief could well be, and I, who
have a cynical turn of mind, liked the brightness of hers as I shall
never like her sadness--if she is sad. But that was in my adolescence,
and being as shy as I was inclined to be cynical, I never showed her my
preference, or even joined the mirthful company of which she was the
head. I preferred to stand back and hear her laughter, or talk to
Hermione while watching her sister."
"Ah!" thought Frank.
"When I went to college she went to school, and when I graduated as a
doctor she was about graduating also. But she did not come home at that
time for more than a fleeting visit. Friends wished her company on a
trip abroad, and she went away from Marston just as I settled here for
my first year of practice. I was disappointed at this, but I made what
amends to myself I could by cultivating the acquaintance of her father,
and making myself necessary to him by my interest in his studies. I
spent much of my spare time at the house, and though I never asked after
Emma, I used to get continual news of her from her sister."
"Ah!" again ejaculated Frank to himself.
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