I shall become the
wife of Hubert Tracy and try to be happy--yes, happy. And I shall
receive the warmest congratulations and I will smile as they think
me so happy and look upon me with eyes of envy."
Marguerite now drew her hand across her eyes as if to shut out the
reality of the scene, while a chill made her shiver as if seized
with ague.
"How foolish to be so weak," she murmurs, "darling papa, I would
make a sacrifice ten times as great for his dear sake," and
instantly the tears were dried and the girl was calm.
"Poor, dear papa, I shall receive such glowing accounts of his
perfect restoration to health, and I can visit him often. Oh! if I
could live with him always!"
Marguerite instantly smothered the half-formed sigh and sought a
momentary respite in carefully combing out the waves of soft, silken
and luxuriant hair.
Such was the manner in which she passed the first fortnight after
her arrival.
She became accustomed to the young lawyer's daily visits, and though
she knew it was not right, she could not resist a desire to await
his coming with all the eagerness of her nature. But further she
dare not go. The civilities exchanged were of a nature that fell
like lead upon the young man's honest heart, but he was attentive to
every word and wish, and always appeared with a kind voice and quiet
but cheery smile.
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