She did not believe it was, and was convinced that in saving so he had
laid a burthen upon his conscience for her sake. His nature, she well
knew, was so honest and simple that it shrank from even an evasion of
the truth, and the very fact of his having thus evaded it to spare her
showed her the depth of his affection. If he, then, still loved her,
was it not cruel, she reflected, to ask him to her home to witness her
happiness with another? She would miss his company, for that was always
pleasant to her as that of a tender and faithful friend; but was it not
selfish of her to invite it? It was obvious that he came unwillingly,
and only in obedience to her behest. If she ceased to importune him he
would certainly cease to come, but she would not lose his friendship.
When—that is, if—Willie and she were married, it would be different
with him; he would then come and see them as the friend of both.
‘Of course it’s very unfortunate,’ she stammered, with her eyes fixed
on the ground, ‘but since my uncle is so thin-skinned about these
manuscripts, and you, as he says, are so dreadfully sceptical, it would
perhaps be better—until the whole affair has subsided——’
She looked up for a moment in her embarrassment of speech and met
Frank’s face; it was gazing at her with an expression of pain and pity
and patience which she did not understand and which increased her
perplexity.
‘Yes, Margaret, you are right,’ he said: ‘I am better away from here
for the present. My coming can do no good, and, as you have surmised,
it gives me pain.’
At this the blood rushed to her cheeks, but he went on in the same
quiet, resolute tone, as though he had made no reference to his love
for her at all.
‘When one cannot say what one will, even when nature dictates it, it
is clear that one is in a false position. I shall not come to Norfolk
Street any more.’
‘But you are not going away—I mean from your home?’ exclaimed the
girl, alarmed by an expression in his face which seemed to forebode
some worse thing than his words implied.
‘No, Margaret; I shall be at home, where a word from you will find me
at your service always—_always_.’
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