The Mystery of M. FelixFarjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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The Mystery of M. Felix
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Detective and mystery stories; English fiction -- 19th century
"I will not turn you away at all, but I cannot sanction anything more
than kind friendship between you and my child till your father has
spoken. Julian, do you not see that I am striving to perform a duty
which I consider right?"
"Of course I do, and I am greatly to be blamed for worrying you. But
let me see her for one moment. It is only to say good-morning and to
shake hands. You would not have refused me yesterday."
"Nor will I now. I rely upon your honor, Julian."
"You may, implicitly."
She called her daughter, and turned from them while they spoke. They
exchanged only a few words, but Constance's hand remained in Julian's
and that was happiness enough for the present. Then Julian called out
to Emilia:
"Good-morning. I shall be here again very soon."
She accompanied him to the door, and sent him away with a bright
smile, but there was a fear at her heart which she could not have
defined had she endeavored to set it clearly before her.
An hour afterward M. Bordier was announced.
"Constance," said Emilia, "I think you had best take a walk while I
speak to Julian's father."
Constance kissed her mother in silence, and was leaving the room as M.
Bordier entered it.
"Are you going for a walk?" he asked, holding out his hand.
His voice and manner were so affectionate that her heart was filled
with joy. Emilia's heart also throbbed with hope.
"Yes, sir," replied Constance, raising her eyes timidly to his face.
"It is a bright morning, my dear," he said. "I am glad for your sake
and for Julian's."
She wiped away the happy tears as she descended the stairs and out
into the sunshine.
"I thought I would lose no time," said M. Bordier to Emilia, "although
really it seemed as if I were not master of my own movements. Julian
was so impatient that he almost thrust me from the house. We will not
beat about the bush, my dear madam. Julian is my only son, and that
which affects his happiness affects me almost as nearly."
"Then you have no objection to the engagement?" said Emilia, eagerly.
"None. Julian has related to me all that passed between you and him,
and said you chided him for not coming to me first."
"I considered it the right course."
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