After to-morrow . ht help her tokeep on doing wrong. But suddenlyshe unclasped her hands, darted acrossthe room to the door, and opened listened, and heard Hughs foot-steps in the hall. He picked up hisumbrella, and unfolded it to be readyfor the rain. The frou-frou of the silkseemed to stir her to action. Hugh! she cried in a broken voice. He turned in the hall, and looked up. Come back, she said. He came up the stairs three steps ata time. Hugh, she said, leaning heavily onthe balustrade, and looking away, 1 44 have a secret to tell you. I have triedto be wicked to-day, but somehow Ic
After to-morrow . ht help her tokeep on doing wrong. But suddenlyshe unclasped her hands, darted acrossthe room to the door, and opened listened, and heard Hughs foot-steps in the hall. He picked up hisumbrella, and unfolded it to be readyfor the rain. The frou-frou of the silkseemed to stir her to action. Hugh! she cried in a broken voice. He turned in the hall, and looked up. Come back, she said. He came up the stairs three steps ata time. Hugh, she said, leaning heavily onthe balustrade, and looking away, 1 44 have a secret to tell you. I have triedto be wicked to-day, but somehow Icant. Listen to the truth. I need not, he answered. I knowit already. Then she looked at him, and drew inher breath: You know it? Yes. How you must love me! There was a ring at the footman opened it, held a shortparley with some one who was invisible,shut the door, and came upstairs witha card. Mrs. Blair took it, and read, LordHerbert Manning. He had decided to be unconventionaltoo late. ;^.= 3M>.. ?THIS MAY BE NEW, BUT IT IS NOT LOVE. Page 65. THE NEW LOVE. BY The Author of The Green Carnation. CHARACTERS. Mrs. Delane, a young widow, age Endsleigh, her friend, age Leith, Mrs. Delanes lover, age 30. SCENE I. Drawing-room in Mrs. Delaneshouse, No. 100 Jack Street, : four oclock on a winters after-noon. Mrs. Delane and Miss Endsleigh. Mrs. D.—You dont seem to have47 48 progressed ver}^ much since we lastmet, Catherine, but I suppose onedoesnt catch cold if one stands still inthe country. Now, in London it isdifferent. To be stationaiy in themidst of movement would be to show arevolutionar}^ spirit, wouldnt it? Miss E.—I rather like standing still,Maud. One can see the view so muchbetter when one does it. Mrs. D.—I prefer doing things tolooking at other people doing philosopher who peered through amicroscope at the insects tearing eachother to pieces in a drop of water musthave been a fearful fossil. Believe me,lookers-
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