She put her father's hand to her lips as she spoke, then laid her soft
cheek tenderly upon it.
"And you think the obstacle which your hard fate raised between you
and Miles is insurmountable?" said Lord Sandilands, thinking the while
of that obstacle of which she was unconscious.
"I think so," Gertrude answered sadly. "Do not you? Have you any
reason for thinking it is not so?"
"None that I can make you understand, my child," said Lord Sandilands.
"But I have a strong conviction--a feeling which may not be
reasonable, but is irresistible--that all this strange riddle of your
life will yet work itself out to a clear and happy solution in your
becoming Miles Challoner's wife. I understand the extent and force of
the objections much better than you do, and give them their full
weight in the estimation of the world. But (since I have been here
particularly) I have for some time ceased to set very great store by
the opinions of the world, and to believe that there is much happiness
or even satisfaction to be got out of conformity to them. I fancy
Miles is very strongly of my opinion, and in time--not a very long
time either--I have a perfect conviction that all will be well, and
that when I leave you I shall do so in better hands than mine."
Gertrude's tears were falling before her father concluded these
sentences, which he spoke with much earnestness, and for some time she
did not speak. At length she said:
"When he writes to you, does he ever mention me?"
"Always, and always in the same invariable tone. No other woman will
ever be offered the place in his home which he once hoped would have
been yours. This he has told me often, and desired I should tell you,
if ever, or whenever, you should again speak of him to me."
"He knows we have not spoken of him lately?"
"He knows that, and has been satisfied that it should be so; the time
that has elapsed since the event that set you free has not been too
long for a silence dictated by propriety; but it has expired now,
Gertrude, and I think you and he might be brought to understand each
other, and make up your minds, like rational people, what extent of
sacrifice you are prepared to make to secure the privilege of passing
the remainder of your lives together."
"I have it not in my power to make any sacrifice," said Gertrude;
"that must come from him, if it is to come at all. I wish I had; but
it is he who would have all to forgive, all to forego, all to endure."
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