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"I'm not at all proud of myself, and I am, if you'd believe it, rather
sorry for you."
"I shall take care to let your friends know my opinion of you."
"Certainly--with any details you think advisable. Have I your promise?
Is it any use struggling any longer? This scene is so very unpleasant."
"Won't you give me a week?"
"Not a day!"
Kate drew herself up with a sort of dignity.
"I despise you and your schemes, and Eugene Lane, and Claudia Territon,
and all your crew!" she allowed herself to say.
"But you promise?"
"Yes, I promise. There! Now, may I go?"
Ayre courteously took off his hat, and stood on one side, holding it in
his hand and bowing slightly as she swept indignantly by him.
"I'll give her a day to tell Haddington, and three days to tell Eugene.
Unless she does, I must go through it all again, and it's damnably
fatiguing. She's not a bad sort--fought well when she was cornered. But
I couldn't let Eugene do it--I really couldn't. Ugh! I'll go back to
breakfast."
Kate was cowed. She told Haddington. Let us pass over that scene. She
also wrote to Eugene, addressing the letter to Millstead Manor. Eugene
was not at Millstead Manor; and if Ayre had hastily assumed that his
_fiancée_ would be in possession of his address, was it her business to
undeceive him? She was by no means inclined to do one jot more than
fulfill the letter of her bond--whereby it came to pass that Eugene did
not receive the letter for nearly two months and did not know of his
recovered liberty all that time. For Haddington, in his joy, easily
promised silence for a little while; it seemed only decent; and even
Ayre could not refuse to agree with him that, though Eugene must be
told, nobody else ought to be until Eugene had formally signified his
assent to the lady's transfer. Ayre could not take upon himself, on his
friend's behalf, the responsibility of dispensing with this ceremony,
though he was sure it would be a mere ceremony.
As for Ayre himself, when his task was done he straightway fled from
Baden. He was a hardened sinner, but he could not face Mrs. Welman.
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