Perhaps she recalled her own youth--perhaps it was not
quite the truth that she had never regretted--perhaps she was softened
by the emotions of the moment. She came to Susie and took her hand in
hers.
"Mademoiselle," she said, softly, "I also ask pardon--you will not bear
ill-will against an old woman, who imagined that she was acting wisely.
I feel that I am going to love you. You have spirit--you are worthy to
be even a Markeld. You must forgive that poor boy yonder."
"I think I shall put him on probation," said Susie, glancing up with
bright eyes into the eager face beside her.
The Prince sank to his knee, his face suddenly radiant with joy, caught
her hand and covered it with kisses.
"Six months, a year, ten years!" he cried. "I shall be content!"
"Ten years! Nonsense!" cried the duchess. "Ten days, mademoiselle. You
do not love him if you make it an instant longer!"
"No, not ten days, madame," corrected Susie, with a laugh that was half
a sob. "Let us say ten minutes!"
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