He's not underhanded."
"He's everything that is vile and low."
"You're quite mistaken, my dear. He's what they call a manly fellow--a
little too masculine perhaps, but----"
A knock interrupted and Mrs. Carnarvon, answering it, took from the
bell-boy a note for Marian who read it, then handed it to her. Mrs.
Carnarvon read: "I apologise for the way I said what I did this evening,
not for what I said. Because you had forgotten yourself, had played the
traitor and the cheat was, perhaps, no excuse for my rudeness. You have
fallen under an evil influence. I hope no harm will come to you, for I
can't get over my feeling for you. But I have done my best and have not
been able to save you. I am going away early in the morning.
"E. D."
"Melodramatic, isn't it?" laughed Mrs. Carnarvon. "So he's off. How furious
Martha Fortescue and Ellen will be. But they'll go in pursuit, and they'll
get him. A man is never so susceptible as when he's broken-hearted. Well, I
must go. Good-night, dear. Don't mope and whine. Take your punishment
sensibly. You've learned something--if it's only not to tell one man how
much you love another."
"I think I'll go abroad with Aunt Retta next month."
"A good idea--you'll forget both these men. Good-night.
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