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She opened her lips to give the fatal assent.
"No," they said, it seemed to her entirely without her volition.
"What!" he exclaimed.
"I said 'no,'" she repeated, feeling as if amare had been removed from
her breast. "I like you very much, Clarence; but I don't think we are
quite suited for each other."
"You don't!" he retorted, smarting with wounded love and vanity. "Then
why couldn't you say so at once, and not keep me making a fool of
myself for nothing all summer?"
"I own I've treated you horridly," she said humbly. "And I beg your
pardon; but I didn't know my own mind."
"You ought to have known," he continued, becoming more angry as she
grew more yielding. "You may go farther and fare worse, Patty Sanford.
I might have known you were leading me on. I always thought you were
a flirt, but I did think you'd treat an old friend decently. Thank
Heaven, I needn't go to the world's end for a wife!"
"Indeed!" Mistress Sanford said, drawing herself up with fine dignity.
"I congratulate you on your escape from the snare into which I have
been leading you. I might have known your penetration was too keen not
to see through the wiles of a mere flirt."
"I--that is"--he stammered in confusion.
"I am very sorry I have taken so much of your time," she continued.
"But then, as you just remarked so happily, it isn't as if you had to
go to the world's end to find a wife."
"I didn't mean" began he, thoroughly abashed,--"I didn't mean"--
"Very likely not," she interrupted. "I didn't either. I beg your
pardon," she added more calmly. "Did I show you those views aunt
Shasta sent us from Paris last week?"
"Yes--I don't know," Clarence replied. "I must be going."
"I am very glad you called," Patty said. "I have enjoyed it very much.
You must be neighborly. You know the Brecks are gone; and Flossy is so
absorbed in Burleigh that I am sure to be lonesome."
And she bowed out the rejected suitor, who went home with a tingling
sensation about his ears.
"I might have known," he muttered to himself; "but her mother was so
sure she'd have me. Confound it! It isn't safe to trust anybody's
opinion of a woman but your own, and it's best to be d----d doubtful of
that."
As for Patty, she went back to her chamber bitterly ashamed of herself,
yet happier than she had been for many a long day.
CHAPTER XLIV.
WILL AND EASE.
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