"Dorothy Fair _shall_ keep her promise to you--I will make her. She
shall marry you whenever you say. I will go this very day and see
her."
"There is no need for you to do that, Madelon. I will marry her at
once, as you advise. I think she will be willing," Burr said, slowly
and coldly. Then he left her without another word, and went up his
terraces with his back bent like an old man's. He was holding hard to
his heart the surety that Madelon no longer cared for him, for it is
scarcely within the imagination of either man or woman that one can
love and yet give away. But by the time he entered the house his
spirit had awakened within him, and he made a proud resolve that
since Madelon so advised and was herself to marry that he would marry
Dorothy Fair as soon as she should be willing.
Chapter XIX
As for Madelon, she went home with her mind diverted from her own
unhappiness by Burr's, and, in spite of his assurance, might have
gone to visit her righteous anger upon Dorothy had she not heard that
very night that Burr and Parson Fair's daughter were to be married in
a month's time.
The next day Lot sent again for her, and she obeyed, with her proud
sense of duty to her future husband, although every step she took
towards him carried her farther away. His conduct began to puzzle her
more than ever. Again he sent her to the desk drawer, and this time
for a roll of precious rose-colored satin stuff, fit for a queen's
gown; but she would have none of that either, although he pleaded
with her to take it. When she started to go away he called her back,
and called her back, and when she came had nothing to say, until she
lost patience and went home.
And the day after that he sent again, and there was a great carved
comb for her in the desk drawer, and some rose-colored satin shoes;
but she thrust them back indignantly. "Understand once for all, Lot
Gordon," said she, "you I will take, as I would take my death,
because I have pledged my word; but your presents I will not take."
"I have been buying them and treasuring them, against the time you
would have them, for years," pleaded Lot.
"I tell you I will not have them," said she.
That day, as the day before, he called her back again and again, and
looked at her as if he had something on his mind which he would and
could not say; and she went home at last resolved not to go again
until she was obliged to for the marriage ceremony.
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