His courtship . only I—dont be alarmed. He stepped out into sight as she spoke. Shehad sprung to her feet and stood panting withalarm, her eyes wide and startled, her cheekswhite. He spoke again in a matter-of-fact way, calcu-lated to disarm her fear. Im very sorry Ivefrightened you. I came here to meet the you it? he smiled. She sank limply against the bed. I thought,she breathed, that yoii were it! At the sound of her own voice she seemed torecover herself. Her face was bright with colournow and her eyes were brilliant. He saw, almostwith amusement, that she found no cause for alar
His courtship . only I—dont be alarmed. He stepped out into sight as she spoke. Shehad sprung to her feet and stood panting withalarm, her eyes wide and startled, her cheekswhite. He spoke again in a matter-of-fact way, calcu-lated to disarm her fear. Im very sorry Ivefrightened you. I came here to meet the you it? he smiled. She sank limply against the bed. I thought,she breathed, that yoii were it! At the sound of her own voice she seemed torecover herself. Her face was bright with colournow and her eyes were brilliant. He saw, almostwith amusement, that she found no cause for alarmor displeasure at his presence. He drew an old dusty chair to the bedside andsat down before her, folding his arms. She leaned comfortably against the foot of thebed. Evidently she saw no objection to a midnightchat with him. She seemed to him, in her innocentacceptance of the situation, as ignorant of -^vil asan angel. There seemed so much that he wanted to askher that he hardly knew where to begin. But with. She was sitting there reading HIS COURTSHIP 179 a trifle less than her usual timidity before him, shetook the initiative. You were in this room when I came in—werent you? she asked, her eyes wide withwonder. Yes. In quest of the ghost. But the room was dark. He pointed to his lamp on the book-shelf. Iblew it out when I heard you coming,—thinkingI was going to encounter the spectre. You didnt know—did you—that you would—would find me here to-night? Again that note of wistfulness with which he wasbeginning to grow familiar. No more expected it than I expected to meetthe Czar of Russia. She appeared so disappointed to hear it that hehastened to add, Its the most delightful surpriseI ever had in my life. She beamed upon him frankly. You arepleased? Evidently she wanted him to repeat it. To say I am pleased would be false. I amoverjoyed! Why? He was much entertained at her venturing toput him through a catechism. How can you ask when for four days you havemade it
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