Queenie's whim, Volume 3 (of 3) : $b A novelCarey, Rosa Nouchette
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Queenie's whim, Volume 3 (of 3) : $b A novel
Carey, Rosa Nouchette
English fiction -- 19th century
"Hush! if you knew how I have dreaded some one proposing this! but
Garth will not, he respects me too much for that. Harry is very
often embarrassed himself. Gertrude is so extravagant, and then
there are such heavy doctor's bills; but if he knew of our difficulty
I am sure he would sell his land rather than not help us. Oh,
Queenie," and here Langley's voice grew thin and husky with emotion,
"promise me that you will not hint at such a thing to any one."
"Dear Langley, of course I will promise, if you wish it," shocked at
the agitation she had caused.
"Yes; and you will go home now, and sleep quietly," folding the
girl's hand between her own. "You must not take our troubles too
much to heart. As Cathy says, that will do no one any good; perhaps
in a few days we may see our way a little clearer."
"I will go, if you wish it," replied Queenie gently. And indeed what
more could she find to say to this patient creature who was looking
at her with such tired eyes. "Dear, dear Langley, if you only knew
how sorry I am for you all!" she said, kissing her, and then she went
away.
But she was not able to leave the house unobserved; the door of
Garth's study was open as she passed. As he caught sight of her, he
came forward slowly and, as it seemed to Queenie, a little
reluctantly.
"I did not know you were here; what brings you out so late?" he asked
with a little surprise, and then he mechanically stretched out his
hand and took down his felt hat to accompany her down the lane.
"There is no need for that, it is not so very late," returned Queenie
hurriedly. "I only came to see Langley, and--and because I heard
there was some trouble."
Queenie hardly knew what she was saying in her confusion and
nervousness; now they were face to face what could she find to say to
him.
"All the same, that need not prevent my walking with you," he
returned quietly. He spoke in his ordinary manner, but Queenie
noticed that his face was very pale and his eyes had dark lines under
them; he had avoided looking at her too, and his hand when it touched
hers had been cold and shook a little. "It has left off raining, and
the stars are coming out overhead, so there is no fear of your
getting wet."
"I am not afraid of getting wet," she replied with a little nervous
laugh. When they were outside the gate be slackened his steps a
little.
"So they have told you about everything?" he said in rather a forced
tone.
"Yes; they have told me everything," she returned simply, "and, Mr.
Clayton, I do not know what to say, except that I am more sorry than
I can tell you."
"I always knew we might count on your sympathy."
"It seems such a dreadful thing to have happened, so utterly
unexpected."
"You may well say that. If an earthquake had yawned under my feet it
could not have been a greater shock. I thought myself so safe, in
such absolute security, and now my foolhardiness has gone near to
ruin us."
"Ah, you must not say that."
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