Verne, as the last notes
of the song were ended.
"I do not understand you, papa dear."
"Mr. Lawson called and I heard one of the maids tell him that you
were not at home."
"It is strange that mamma did not send up to my room. I have not
been out since ten o'clock this morning, when I went up to
Manchester's to buy the pretty little work-basket that I wish to
carry to Eve."
"A work-basket for Eve!" cried Mr. Verne, gaily. "What extravagant
taste my little Madge has!"
Marguerite smiled and then looked thoughtful. She tried hard not to
see her worldly mother's feelings. Yet she could not be blinded to
the fact.
"It is ungenerous of mamma to deny me," she thought. But her
mother's shallowness was sacred to her innermost thoughts. Much as
she desired Mr. Lawson's visit, she offered not a word of complaint,
but smilingly said, "Papa, when you see Mr. Lawson please apologize
for me and explain matters to your satisfaction as I know that you
feel sensitive about it."
"It will all come right soon--perhaps before you leave."
As Marguerite Verne waved her last adieu to her fond parent and
received his tender recognition, a second glance convinced her that
all was made right, as Phillip Lawson raised his hat and stood with
uncovered head until the train was out of sight.
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