England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Guardian and ward -- Fiction; Orphans -- Fiction
"_I_ shall not change!" exclaimed William, giving him an impatient look:
"but of course if you advise Daisy against promises, there will be none.
I need none to bind me to her; and if she will only promise to try and
like me--"
"And why should she?" sharply interrupted Cornelius; "what have you done
for her to deserve such a promise? What proof has she that you will
always deserve it, even as much as you do now?"
"I'll tell you what, Mr. O'Reilly," said William, with sparkling eyes,
"my opinion is, that though you make a fair show, like most of your
countrymen, it is all a humbug, and that you want to keep Daisy for
yourself!"
Cornelius laughed scornfully, as if disdaining to resent the petulant
jealousy of a boy; but I saw his colour rise, and his brow knit slightly.
I hastened to interfere; I stepped up to William; I looked up in his
face; I took his hands in mine, and pressed them to my heart.
"William," I said sadly, "why did you come back? I wish I had spoken more
plainly: I love you, but not, indeed, as you mean; I love you as my
friend, as a brother, but not otherwise."
"Not otherwise!" he said, seeking aw look; "that is hard, Daisy, not
otherwise."
I turned my head away.
"And yet we have been such good friends!"
"And are still, William."
"Then be my best friend."
"Gladly."
"Well! what is to marry but to be best friends? Do I not like you more
than any other creature? Would I not know you among a thousand? Have I a
thought I would not tell you? Not one. And, indeed, I think you, too,
like me more than you think now."
"No, William, I do not."
"Do not be in such a hurry to reply," he answered, with a wishful look;
"it may take you longer to find out, than it did me."
In his earnestness he had forgotten all about the presence of Cornelius.
His importunity wrung the truth from me.
"William," I said, "this cannot be; I might promise to try to like you as
you wish; but I could not keep that promise. There is a power and a charm
that binds me to home, a tie that links me to Cornelius and to Kate, and
which I cannot break even for your sake. Believe me, whilst I remain with
them, I can love you very dearly; but if I were with you I should be too
home-sick and too heart-sick to think of you, William. If we went out
together, I know that even with my arm within yours, or your hand in
mine, my eyes would ever be seeking out for them, my feet leading me to
their dwelling. I like you, William, I like you dearly, but I cannot give
you my whole heart."
William gave me one look; the tears rushed in his eyes; he dropped my
hands.
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