"I have told you all I can," said Margaret rising; "and it will be best
to say no more at present. It is due to my sister to close our
conversation here. If she should choose," continued she, gaily, "to
give us leave to renew it hereafter, I shall have a great deal to say to
you on my own part. You have done me the honour of calling me `friend.'
You have my friendship, I assure you, and my good wishes."
Hope grasped her hand with a fervour which absolved him from the use of
words. He then opened the door for her.
"I must return to the orchard," said she. "Will you go? or will you
repose yourself here till we come in to tea?"
Mr Hope preferred remaining where he was. The die was cast, and he
must think. His hour of meditation was salutary. He had never seen
Margaret so--he dared not dwell upon it: but then, never had her
simplicity of feeling towards him, her ingenuous friendship, unmixed
with a thought of love, been so clear. He had made no impression upon
her, except through her sister, and for her sister. He recalled the
stiffness and fear with which she had come when summoned to a
_tete-a-tete_; her sudden relief on the mention of her sister; and her
joyous encouragement of his project.
"I ought to rejoice--I do rejoice at this," thought he. "It seems as if
everyone else would be made happy by this affair. It must have been my
own doing; there must have been that in my manner and conduct which
authorised all this expectation and satisfaction,--an expectation and
satisfaction which prove to be no fancy of Mrs Grey's. I have brought
upon myself the charge of Hester's happiness. She is a noble woman,
bound to me by all that can engage my honour, my generosity, my
affection. She shall be happy from this day, if my most entire devotion
can make her so. Margaret loves Enderby: I am glad I know it. I made
him dreadfully jealous just now; I must relieve him as soon as possible.
I do not know how far matters may have gone between them; but Margaret
is not at liberty to explain what he saw till I have spoken to Hester.
There must be no delay: I will do it this evening. I cannot bring
myself to communicate with Mrs Grey. If Mr Grey is at home, he will
make the opportunity for me."
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