Modern Chronicle, a — Volume 02 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 89 pages of information about Modern Chronicle, a — Volume 02.

Modern Chronicle, a — Volume 02 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 89 pages of information about Modern Chronicle, a — Volume 02.

“I know,” he went on, “that you are ambitious.  And with your gifts I do not blame you.  I cannot offer you great wealth, but I say with confidence that I can offer you something better, something surer.  I can take care of you and protect you, and I will devote my life to your happiness.  Will you marry me?”

Her eyes were sparkling with tears,—­tears, he remembered afterwards, that were like blue diamonds.

“Oh, Peter,” she cried, “I wish I could!  I have always—­wished that I could.  I can’t.”

“You can’t?”

She shook her head.

“I—­I have told no one yet—­not even Aunt Mary.  I am going to marry Mr. Spence.”

For a long time he was silent, and she did not dare to look at the suffering in his face.

“Honora,” he said at last, “my most earnest wish in life will be for your happiness.  And whatever may, come to you I hope that you will remember that I am your friend, to be counted on.  And that I shall not change.  Will you remember that?”

“Yes,” she whispered.  She looked at him now, and through the veil of her tears she seemed to see his soul shining in his eyes.  The tones of a distant church bell were borne to them on the valley breeze.

Peter glanced at his watch.

“I am afraid,” he said, “that I haven’t time to go back to the house—­my train goes at seven.  Can I get down to the village through the valley?”

Honora pointed out the road, faintly perceptible through the trees beneath them.

“And you will apologize for my departure to Mrs. Holt?”

She nodded.  He took her hand, pressed it, and was gone.  And presently, in a little clearing far below, he turned and waved his hat at her bravely.

CHAPTER XII

WHICH CONTAINS A SURPRISE FOR MRS. HOLT

How long she sat gazing with unseeing eyes down the valley Honora did not know.  Distant mutterings of thunder aroused her; the evening sky had darkened, and angry-looking clouds of purple were gathering over the hills.  She rose and hurried homeward.  She had thought to enter by the billiard-room door, and so gain her own chamber without encountering the household; but she had reckoned without her hostess.  Beyond the billiard room, in the little entry filled with potted plants, she came face to face with that lady, who was inciting a footman to further efforts in his attempt to close a recalcitrant skylight.  Honora proved of more interest, and Mrs. Holt abandoned the skylight.

“Why, my dear,” she said, “where have you been all afternoon?”

“I—­I have been walking with Mr. Erwin, Mrs. Holt.  I have been showing him Silverdale.”

“And where is he?  It seems to me I invited him to stay all night, and Joshua tells me he extended the invitation.”

“We were in the little summer-house, and suddenly he discovered that it was late and he had to catch the seven o’clock train,” faltered Honora, somewhat disconnectedly.  “Otherwise he would have come to you himself and told you—­how much he regretted not staying.  He has to go to St. Louis to-night.”

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