The Imaginary Marriage by Henry St. John Cooper
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"Do you think so? Do you think that she--" Again he paused, with a nervousness and diffidence usually foreign to him. "She's only a gel," said her ladyship. Her ladyship was Sussex born, and talked Sussex when she became excited. "She's only a gel, and gels have their fancies. I had my own--but bless you, they don't last. She don't know her own mind." "He's a good fellow," said Hugh generously. "A nice lad, but he won't suit me for Marjorie's husband. Hugh, the gel's in the garden, she is sitting by the lily-pond and believes her heart is broken, but it isn't! Go and prove it isn't; go now!" He met her eyes and flushed red. "I'll go and have a talk to Marjorie," he said. "You haven't been--too rough with her, have you?" "Rough! I know how to deal with gels. I told her that I had the command of her money, her four hundred a year till she was twenty-five, and not a bob of it should she touch if she married against my wish. Now go and talk to her--and talk sense--" She paused. "You know what I mean--sense!" A very pretty picture, the slender white-clad, drooping figure with its crown of golden hair made, sitting on the bench beside the lily-pond. Her hands were clasped, her eyes fixed on the stagnant green water over which the dragon-flies skimmed. Coming across the soundless turf, he stood for a moment to look at her. |
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