Still she did not despair, for of his own accord he had accompanied her
and her cousin to Europe, whither he had always intended to go, and
though he had left them some months before, Mrs. Johnson was willing to
leave Paris, where Ada’s beauty attracted much attention from the polite
Frenchmen, she would not believe he was at all weary of _her_, but
rather, as he had said, that his _business_ required his immediate
return to America.
Latterly Mrs. Lansing had in a measure espoused her cause, and knowing,
as she did, of the recent repairs at Sunny Bank, said by Richard to be
for the benefit of his bride, she began again to entertain sanguine
hopes of eventually becoming Mrs. Delafield, provided the _governess_
did not, by her foolish tattling, mar her prospects.
Such, then, was the state of affairs when I was the burden of Ada’s
thoughts, as she sat alone in her room on the first night after her
return home. For a time she mused with her face in her hands, then
lifting up her head and throwing back the silken tresses, which fell
over her brow, she gazed long and earnestly at herself in the opposite
mirror.
“Yes, I am fading,” she said at last, “and each year my chance for
winning him grows less, and if this _Lee girl should_ tell, it would
take from me every shadow of hope—but it shall not be. I can prevent her
foolish tattling from doing me harm, and I will.”
Then the better nature of Ada Montrose whispered to her of the great
wrong she was meditating against a poor, defenceless girl, who as yet
had never injured her, and for a moment she wavered.
“If I only knew she would never tell,” said she; “but she _will_,
accidentally if not intentionally. Low-bred people like her are always
bold, and as she becomes better acquainted with me, she may possibly say
something to me about Herbert in the presence of Mr. Delafield, who will
question her, perhaps, and thus learn the whole. So I’ll be prepared.
She’s nothing but a poor governess, and _my_ word will be preferred to
hers, provided I first give her the character of a deceiver.”
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