"It's no use worrying now."
"One can't altogether help it. Why hadn't you a better sense of your
value? I'd have married you; I'd have lived for you, and I swear I'd
have made you happy."
"I know you would," she assented.
"And now I find you like this."
"I'll be going back now."
"I'll turn with you if I may."
"You'll be late."
"I'll chance that," he laughed. "Months before I met you at Mrs
Hamilton's, I heard about you from Devitt."
"What did he say?"
"It was just before you were going down to see him, from some school
you were at, about taking a governess's billet. He told me of this,
and I sent you a message."
"I never had it."
"Not really?"
"A fact. What was it?"
"I said that my people and myself were no end of keen on seeing you
again and that we wanted you to come down and stay."
"You told him that?"
"One day in the market-place at Melkbridge. Afterwards, I often
asked about you, if he knew your address and all that; but I never
got anything out of him."
"But he knew all the time where I was. I don't understand."
"Little Mavis is very young."
"That's right: insult me," she laughed.
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