and So--(I never could hit upon a sufficiently pretty name). Thus,
instead of weeping over my hard fate and thinking it dreadful to have to
go out as a governess, I looked forward to it, feeling that somehow the
discovery of the true state of affairs concerning us was involved in it,
and that, without that probation, Fate would certainly never restore me
to my due and native eminence in the world.
But, however, I must come back to the night of the anniversary, and to
our party. I had on a pretty new white frock--my first long one: and I
half, or more than half, enjoyed myself. Everybody was very kind to me,
everybody said I was looking well; and Mrs Tufnell and Mrs Stephens
petted me a good deal behind backs, and said, “poor child!” And then
papa’s curate, who was one of the guests, kept following me about and
trying to talk to me; whenever I looked up I met his eyes. I did not
admire him in the least, but it amused me very much, and pleased me, to
see that he admired me. When I wanted anything he rushed to get it for
me. It was very odd, but not at all disagreeable, and gave me a
comfortable feeling about myself. When the people went away, papa stood
a long time in the hall between the open doors, saying good-night to
everybody. He went back into the parlour after they were all gone; he
went up to the fireplace, I don’t know why, and stood there for a moment
as if there had been a fire in the grate. Then he called “Mary!” I might
have known it was not me he wanted. He held out his hand without turning
round. “I never thought I could be happier than I was this day last
year,” he said, “and yet I am happier to-night. What a delightful year
you have given me, my darling---- Oh, is it you? What did you mean by
not telling me it was you, when you must have perceived that I thought I
was talking to my wife?”
“There was no time to tell you,” I said. It gave me a pang I can
scarcely describe when he thrust my hand away which I had held out to
him. He was ashamed; he sat down suddenly in the big chair, and then all
at once a fit of coughing came on, such a fit of coughing as I never saw
before. It frightened me; and he looked so pale, and with such circles
round his eyes! When he could speak he said, hurriedly, panting for his
breath, “Be sure you do not tell her of this----.” That was all he
thought of. It did not matter for me.
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