The Yellow Flag: A Novel. Volume 3 (of 3)Yates, Edmund
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The Yellow Flag: A Novel. Volume 3 (of 3)
Yates, Edmund
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'Yes,' said Martin, speaking slowly and with emphasis, but purposely
averting his eyes from his companion. 'It is a great blessing to me to
know that two persons whom I love so dearly will be happy. I daresay
it seems strange to other persons, and indeed it does sometimes to
myself, to think that I, who am a confirmed bachelor, and who from
very early youth determined to lead a single life, can take interest
in settling the domestic matters of my friends. But in this instance,
at least, I take the greatest interest; and I am sure that you will
have the good sense to understand and appreciate my motive.'
'You pay me a great compliment by saying so, Monsieur Martin,' said
Pauline in a low constrained voice. Then, after a little pause, she
asked, 'Have you five minutes to spare, Monsieur Martin, while I talk
to you about myself?'
'Certainly,' said Martin; 'I was on my way to Humphrey with the news.'
'It is good news, and he can wait for it five minutes. If it were bad,
it would go to him quickly enough,' said Pauline. 'I will not detain
you longer than the time I have mentioned. I told you I wanted to talk
to you about myself; and the subject is therefore not one in which I
take much pleasure, or, indeed, much interest.'
'You should not speak so bitterly,' said Martin kindly. 'There are two
or three of us whose best regard you have won and retain.'
'I did not mean to be bitter, Monsieur Martin,' said Pauline humbly. 'I
will put what I have to say in very few words. It will be obvious to
you that the time has now arrived when the manner of my life must be
again altered. Alice will find, or rather has found, a guardian better
able to watch over and protect her; and my part, so far as she is
concerned, is played out. You know all my story, Monsieur Martin, and
you know human nature sufficiently well to recognise me as a woman of
activity, and to be sure that it would be impossible for me to endure
the nullity of this English life, in which I have no place; and now
that Alice is safe, and going to be happy and respectable for ever, no
occupation. I must be kept from thought, too, Monsieur Martin; from
thinking of the past--you comprehend that.'
'Not of the immediate past,' he said gently, 'Recollect what use you
have been to us: how could we have done without you? It will be
pleasant to you to recollect the services you have rendered to this
poor girl: how by your aid, at that fearful time of trial in the house
at Hendon, we were enabled to overcome the difficulties which arose,
and which would have been too much for us, but for your quickness and
mother-wit. You will recollect how successfully you have watched over
her here, and how her health has suffered but little comparatively
from the dreaded shock under your skilful nursing and kind
companionship. It will be pleasant to recall all these things, will it
not, Pauline?'
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