The Laughing Mill, and Other Stories — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The Laughing Mill, and Other Stories
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"'If you mean, alone with a gentleman I never met before--no!'
"'Oh, what I meant was----'
"'I know--I was only making fun. Yes, I believe I was in this part of
the country once, when I was a very little girl; that was before I went
to the Convent, you know.'
"'To the Convent?'
"She gave a charming impromptu laugh. 'I wasn't quite a nun--I don't
want to make you believe that! Only I was brought up in a convent near
Paris; educated there, as many young ladies are. I was there seven
years--wasn't that long? and I only got out a little while ago.'
"'It must have been awfully dull.'
"'Oh, I liked it in a sort of way; they were very kind to me there; but
then I didn't know how pleasant it was outside! You would never believe
how delightful the world is, if you were only told about it. My papa
used to tell me about it sometimes; and he is a great traveller--he has
been everywhere. But I didn't realise it until I saw for myself.'
"'Have you been to America since leaving the Convent?'
"'Oh yes. I went to New York, and saw my cousins there. Papa went with
me, but he came back to Paris first, and I followed later. I met him
again in Paris only a week ago. He will be surprised to see you here,
Mr. Gainsborough. What a funny way you have chosen to go from Paris to
Rome--through Dresden!'
"'Yes, I--but, by-the-bye, how did you know I was going to Rome? and why
will your papa be surprised----?'
"Again she laughed, and regarded me with so delightfully mischievous
a glance that I felt convinced I must in some way be making a fool of
myself. What did it all mean? I bit my lip, and the colour came into my
face from provocation at my own evident thick-headedness.
"'If you had only waited a little longer in Paris,' she continued, still
smiling enigmatically, 'perhaps we might have met in a more regular
way, and perhaps, then, you would have let me have had a look at
your--diamonds!'
"My diamonds! That explained the mystery in a flash.
"'Is your father Mr. Birchmore?'
"'I am Miss Birchmore, if you please, sir. You never asked me for my
card, and I didn't like to force it on you. It was so kind of you to
take me on trust, without making sure that I was all right first. I
thought Englishmen were more cautious and reserved.'