Before he went, however, he took pity on the ill-requited devotion of
Dora Bailey; pro-posed to her, and was of course, accepted. Poor Frank!
He was not altogether of the stuff of which heroes of romance are made,
though one deed of his life had, at least according to the world’s
standard in such matters, somewhat savoured of the heroic. He made one
stipulation, however, with the enraptured Dora: she was to tell no one
of the engagement for two months to come; at the end of which time he
promised to write to her father, whose consent he did not anticipate
much difficulty in obtaining, and to make arrangements for her joining
him in India, under suitable escort. It was rather hard upon Dora,
but she was too much in awe of him, and too grateful for his immense
condescension to dream of opposing him, though she thought to herself,
“How very nice it would have been to announce my engagement before every
one leaves Altes for the summer. Particularly to that Miss Freer, who
has done her best to lure him away from me.”
She would have had no objection to being married on the spot and setting
off with him then and there, which, considering it would have involved
the going without a trousseau and all its delightful attendants, proves
that she was very deeply in love!
“She’s not a bad little thing in her way,” said Frank to himself,
“though rather too much of a goose. And certainly a long way better than
anything I could have picked up in India. So, on the whole, it’s the
best thing I can do, for I couldn’t stand much more of that horrible
bachelor life out there.”
But as for marrying her on the spot! No, he was not quite ready for
that. Other things as yet were too fresh; though after a time, and a few
mouths of unsatisfactory, lonely life in India, he, being domestic in
his tastes, hoped to be able to work up to a moderate amount of love for
the silly, affectionate baby.
“She’s pretty, and any way I know she cares for me, which is always
something. And I’m not likely ever to have a hotter chance, if as good.”
And when the time came to say goodbye, he really felt more sorry to part
with her than he could have believed possible; and he whispered to her
that the period of separation should not be a long one, if it was in his
power to shorten it.
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