Governesses -- Fiction; Love stories; New England -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
Guy felt the blood prickling at the roots of his hair, but he answered
truthfully, as he believed:
“Yes, true as steel;” while the generous thought came over him that he
would further the doctor’s plans all he possibly could.
“Then I am satisfied,” the doctor rejoined; “and as you have rather
assumed the position of Maddy’s guardian or brother, I ask your
permission to offer her the love which, whether she accepts it or not,
is hers.”
Guy had never fell a sharper pang than that which now thrilled through
every nerve, but he would not prove false to the friend confiding in
him, and he answered calmly.
“You have my consent; but, Doc, better put it off till you see her at
Aikenside. There’s no chance at the cottage, with those three old
people. I wonder she don’t go wild. I’m sure I should.”
Guy was growing rather savage about something but the doctor did not
mind; and grasping his arm as he arose, he said:
“And you’ll manage it for me, Guy? You know how. I don’t. You’ll
contrive for me to see her alone, and maybe say a word beforehand in my
favor.”
“Yes, yes, I’ll manage it. I’ll fix it right. Don’t forget, day after
to-morrow night. The Cutlers will be there, and, by the way, Maria has
grown to be a splendid girl. She fancied you once, you know. Old Cutler
is worth half a million.” And Guy tore himself away from the doctor,
who, now that the ice was broken, would like to have talked of Maddy
forever.
But Guy was not thus inclined, and in a mood not extremely amiable, he
threw himself into his sleigh and went dashing down toward Honedale. For
some unaccountable reason, he was not now one bit interested in the
party, and, were it not that a few of the invitations were issued, he
would have been tempted to give it up. Guy did not know what ailed him.
He only felt as if somebody had been meddling with his plans, and had he
been in the habit of swearing he would probably have sworn: but as he
was not he contented himself with driving like a second Jehu until he
reached Honedale, where a pair of soft, brown eyes smiled up into his
face, and a little warm hand was clasped in his, as Maddy came out to
the gate to meet him.
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