"Dear Rachel, I was so very glad to hear of this," said Ermine, bending

down to kiss her.

"Were you? I thought no one could be that cared for him," said Rachel.

"I cared more for him the week that you were ill than ever I had done

before."

"Grace tells me of that," said Rachel, "and when he is here I believe

it. But, Miss Williams, please look full at me, and tell me whether

everybody would not think--I don't say that I could do it--but if every

one would not think it a great escape for him if I gave him up."

"No one that could really judge."

"Because, listen," said Rachel, quickly, "the regiment is going to

Scotland, and he and the mother have taken it into their heads that I

shall get well faster somewhere away from home. And--and they want to

have the wedding as soon as I am better; and they are going to write

about settlements and all that. I have never said I would, and I don't

feel as if--as if I ought to let him do it; and if ever the thing is to

be stopped at all, this is the only time."

"But why? You do not wish--"

"Don't talk of what I wish," said Rachel. "Talk of what is good for

him."

Ermine was struck with the still resolute determination of judging for

herself--the self-sufficiency, almost redeemed by the unselfishness, and

the face was most piteously in earnest.

"My dear, surely he can be trusted to judge. He is no boy, in spite of

his looks. The Colonel always says that he is as much older than his age

in character as he is younger in appearance."

"I know that," said Rachel, "but I don't think he ought to be trusted

here; for you see," and she looked down, "all the blindness of--of his

affection is enhanced by his nobleness and generosity, and he has nobody

to check or stop him; and it does seem to me a shame for us all to catch

at such compassion, and encumber him with me, just because I am marked

for scorn and dislike. I can't get any one to help me look at it so.

My own people would fancy it was only that I did not care for him;

and he--I can't even think about it when he is here, but I get quite

distracted with doubts if it can be right whenever he goes away. And you

are the only person who can help me! Bessie wrote very kindly to me, and

I asked to see what she said to him. I thought I might guess her feeling

from it. And he said he knew I should fancy it worse than it was if he

did not let me see. It was droll, and just like her--not unkind, but I

could see it is the property that makes her like it. And his uncle is

blind, you know, and could only send a blessing, and kind hopes, and all

that. Oh, if I could guess whether that uncle thinks he ought! What does

Colonel Keith think? I know you will tell me truly."




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