Husband and wife -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
"It was when you were away--the week before last--I heard it. I think I
mentioned it when I wrote," said Eugenia, timidly, reluctant to own to
herself that Beauchamp could so soon have forgotten a matter of such
interest to her.
"Ah, well, perhaps you did. It is nothing serious, I suppose?" And
without waiting for an answer, Captain Chancellor proceeded to read his
own letters.
One among them was from an old brother officer, a friend of several
years' standing, recently returned from abroad, whom he had invited to
come down for a few days' shooting, intending to arrange a suitable
party to meet him.
"Eugenia," he said, looking up quickly, after reading this letter,
"Colonel Masterton cannot come till the 29th. That leaves us all the
week after next free. Of course I shall not ask the others till he
comes. How would you like to have your people for a few days then--the
Thurstons and your father. The change might do him good, and you seem
dying to see your sister."
Eugenia's face glowed all over with delight. The old bright look came
into her eyes, the old eager ring thrilled again through her voice.
"Oh, Beauchamp, thank you, thank you so much for thinking of it. It
would be delightful. I cannot tell you how I should enjoy it."
"Why have you never spoken of it before if you wish it so much?" asked
Beauchamp, not unkindly, but with the slight irritation of incipient
self-reproach. "I can't _guess_ your wishes always, you know."
"I did mention it once," she said, timidly again. "Don't you remember,
the first time you had to go away I asked if Sydney might come to me."
"But that was an absurd proposal. It would have looked so ridiculous to
bring Mrs Thurston all the way here because I was to be away, and
naturally when your friends do come I should wish to be at home to
receive them; so you had better write about their coming, to-day."
He rose as he spoke, and gathering his letters and newspapers together,
left the room, feeling very well pleased with himself, and not sorry to
see the bright flush of happiness his proposal had brought to his wife's
pale cheeks.
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