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She gave me one quick look, and then dropped her eyes. I feared I had offended her, and was feeling very humble, when she suddenly replied, in an even but low tone, โ€œI said I should never marry, because the one man who pleases me can never be my husband.โ€

All the hidden romance in my nature started at once into life. โ€œWhy not? What do you mean? Tell me.โ€

โ€œThere is nothing to tell,โ€ said she; โ€œonly I have been so weak as toโ€โ€”she would not say, fall in love, she was a proud womanโ€”โ€œadmire a man whom my uncle will never allow me to marry.โ€

And she rose as if to go; but I drew her back. โ€œWhom your uncle will not allow you to marry!โ€ I repeated. โ€œWhy? because he is poor?โ€

โ€œNo; uncle loves money, but not to such an extent as that. Besides, Mr. Clavering is not poor. He is the owner of a beautiful place in his own countryโ€”โ€”โ€

โ€œOwn country?โ€ I interrupted. โ€œIs he not an American?โ€

โ€œNo,โ€ she returned; โ€œhe is an Englishman.โ€

I did not see why she need say that in just the way she did, but, supposing she was aggravated by some secret memory, went on to inquire: โ€œThen what difficulty can there be? Isnโ€™t heโ€”โ€ I was going to say steady, but refrained.

โ€œHe is an Englishman,โ€ she emphasized in the same bitter tone as before. โ€œIn saying that, I say it all. Uncle will never let me marry an Englishman.โ€

I looked at her in amazement. Such a puerile reason as this had never entered my mind.

โ€œHe has an absolute mania on the subject,โ€ resumed she. โ€œI might as well ask him to allow me to drown myself as to marry an Englishman.โ€

A woman of truer judgment than myself would have said: โ€œThen, if that is so, why not discard from your breast all thought of him? Why dance with him, and talk to him, and let your admiration develop into love?โ€ But I was all romance then, and, angry at a prejudice I could neither understand nor appreciate, I said:

โ€œBut that is mere tyranny! Why should he hate the English so? And why, if he does, should you feel yourself obliged to gratify him in a whim so unreasonable?โ€

โ€œWhy? Shall I tell you, auntie?โ€ she said, flushing and looking away.

โ€œYes,โ€ I returned; โ€œtell me everything.โ€

โ€œWell, then, if you want to know the worst of me, as you already know the best, I hate to incur my uncleโ€™s displeasure, becauseโ€”becauseโ€”I have always been brought up to regard myself as his heiress, and I know that if I were to marry contrary to his wishes, he would instantly change his mind, and leave me penniless.โ€

โ€œBut,โ€ I cried, my romance a little dampened by this admission, โ€œyou tell me Mr. Clavering has enough to live upon, so you would not want; and if you loveโ€”โ€

Her violet eyes fairly flashed in her amazement.

โ€œYou donโ€™t understand,โ€ she said; โ€œMr. Clavering is not poor; but uncle is rich. I shall be a queenโ€”โ€ There she paused, trembling, and falling on my breast. โ€œOh, it sounds mercenary, I know, but it is the fault of my bringing up. I have been taught to worship money. I would be utterly lost without it. And yetโ€โ€”her whole face softening with the light of another emotion, โ€œI cannot say to Henry Clavering, โ€˜Go! my prospects are dearer to me than you!โ€™ I cannot, oh, I cannot!โ€

โ€œYou love him, then?โ€ said I, determined to get at the truth of the matter if possible.

She rose restlessly. โ€œIsnโ€™t that a proof of love? If you knew me, you would say it was.โ€ And, turning, she took her stand before a picture that hung on the wall of my sitting-room.

โ€œThat looks like me,โ€ she said.

It was one of a pair of good photographs I possessed.

โ€œYes,โ€ I remarked, โ€œthat is why I prize it.โ€

She did not seem to hear me; she was absorbed in gazing at the exquisite face before her. โ€œThat is a winning face,โ€ I heard her say. โ€œSweeter than mine. I wonder if she would ever hesitate between love and money. I do not believe she would,โ€ her own countenance growing gloomy and sad as she said so; โ€œshe would think only of the happiness she would confer; she is not hard like me. Eleanore herself would love this girl.โ€

I think she had forgotten my presence, for at the mention of her cousinโ€™s name she turned quickly round with a half suspicious look, saying lightly:

โ€œMy dear old Mamma Hubbard looks horrified. She did not know she had such a very unromantic little wretch for a listener, when she was telling all those wonderful stories of Love slaying dragons, and living in caves, and walking over burning ploughshares as if they were tufts of spring grass?โ€

โ€œNo,โ€ I said, taking her with an irresistible impulse of admiring affection into my arms; โ€œbut if I had, it would have made no difference. I should still have talked about love, and of all it can do to make this weary workaday world sweet and delightful.โ€

โ€œWould you? Then you do not think me such a wretch?โ€

What could I say? I thought her the winsomest being in the world, and frankly told her so. Instantly she brightened into her very gayest self. Not that I thought then, much less do I think now, she partially cared for my good opinion; but her nature demanded admiration, and unconsciously blossomed under it, as a flower under the sunshine.

โ€œAnd you will still let me come and tell you how bad I am,โ€”that is, if I go on being bad, as I doubtless shall to the end of the chapter? You will not turn me off?โ€

โ€œI will never turn you off.โ€

โ€œNot if I should do a dreadful thing? Not if I should run away with my lover some fine night, and leave uncle to discover how his affectionate partiality had been requited?โ€

It was lightly said, and lightly meant, for she did not even wait for my reply. But its seed sank deep into our two hearts for all that. And for the next few days I spent my time in planning how I should manage, if it should ever fall to my lot to conduct to a successful issue so enthralling a piece of business as an elopement. You may imagine, then, how delighted I was, when one evening Hannah, this unhappy girl who is now lying dead under my roof, and who was occupying the position of ladyโ€™s maid to Miss Mary Leavenworth at that time, came to my door with a note from her mistress, running thus:

โ€œHave the loveliest story of the season ready for me tomorrow; and let the prince be as handsome asโ€”as some one you have heard of, and the princess as foolish as your little yielding pet, โ€œMARY.โ€

Which short note could only mean that she was engaged. But the next day

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