I had calculated, you
see, on her resisting. She submitted. To every right-feeling person of
my own sex, volumes could say no more.
Even my innocence in such matters began to see its way to the end of the
interview now. They understood each other so thoroughly by this time,
that I fully expected to see them walk off together, arm in arm, to be
married. There appeared, however, judging by Mr. Godfrey's next words,
to be one more trifling formality which it was necessary to observe.
He seated himself--unforbidden this time--on the ottoman by her side.
"Shall I speak to your dear mother?" he asked. "Or will you?"
She declined both alternatives.
"Let my mother hear nothing from either of us, until she is better. I
wish it to be kept a secret for the present, Godfrey. Go now, and come
back this evening. We have been here alone together quite long enough."
She rose, and in rising, looked for the first time towards the little
room in which my martyrdom was going on.
"Who has drawn those curtains?" she exclaimed.
"The room is close enough, as it is, without keeping the air out of it
in that way."
She advanced to the curtains.
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