" Why could he not tell her that
it was she who had done the wrong when she gave her hand to Robert
Kennedy? But he could not tell her, and he was dumb. "And so it's
settled!"
"No; not settled."
"Psha! I hate your mock modesty! It is settled. You have become far
too cautious to risk fortune in such an adventure. Practice has
taught you to be perfect. It was to tell me this that you came down
here."
"Partly so."
"It would have been more generous of you, sir, to have remained
away."
"I did not mean to be ungenerous."
Then she suddenly turned upon him, throwing her arms round his neck,
and burying her face upon his bosom. They were at the moment in the
centre of the park, on the grass beneath the trees, and the moon was
bright over their heads. He held her to his breast while she sobbed,
and then relaxed his hold as she raised herself to look into his
face. After a moment she took his hat from his head with one hand,
and with the other swept the hair back from his brow. "Oh, Phineas,"
she said, "Oh, my darling! My idol that I have worshipped when I
should have worshipped my God!"
After that they roamed for nearly an hour backwards and forwards
beneath the trees, till at last she became calm and almost
reasonable.
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