Wives and daughters : an every-day story . inish our discussion. I will go if Cynthia wishes me, said Molly. No, no ; stay—I want you to stay—I want you to hear it all—I wish I had told you sooner. You mean that you regret that she has not been made awareof our engagement—that you promised long ago to be my remember that it was you who made me promise secrecy, notI you ! I dont believe him, Cynthia. Dont, dont cry if you canhelp it; I dont believe him. Cynthia, said he, suddenly changing his tone to fervid tender-ness, pray, pray do not go on so; you cant think how it distressesme! H
Wives and daughters : an every-day story . inish our discussion. I will go if Cynthia wishes me, said Molly. No, no ; stay—I want you to stay—I want you to hear it all—I wish I had told you sooner. You mean that you regret that she has not been made awareof our engagement—that you promised long ago to be my remember that it was you who made me promise secrecy, notI you ! I dont believe him, Cynthia. Dont, dont cry if you canhelp it; I dont believe him. Cynthia, said he, suddenly changing his tone to fervid tender-ness, pray, pray do not go on so; you cant think how it distressesme! He stepped forward to try and take her hand and sootheher ; but she shrank away from him, and sobbed the more irrepres-sibly. She felt Mollys presence so much to be a protection thatnow she dared to let herself go, and Aveaken herself by giving wayto her emotion. Go away ! said Llolly. Dont you see you make herworse ? But he did not stir; he Avas looking at Cynthia so in-tently that he did not seem even to hear her. Go, said Molly,. THE STORM BURSTS. 133 vehemently, if it really distresses you to see her cry. Dont yousee, its you who are the cause of it ? I will go if Cynthia tells me, said he at length. Oh, Molly, I dont know what to do, said Cynthia, takingdown her hands from her tear-stained face, and appealing to Molly,and sobbing worse than ever; in fact, she became hysterical, andthough she tried to speak coherently, no intelligible words would come. Kun to that cottage in the trees, and fetch her a cup of water,said Molly. He hesitated a little. Why dont you go ? said Molly, impatiently. I have not done speaking to her; you will not leave before Icome back ? No. Dont you see she cant move in this state ? He went quickly, if reluctantly. Cynthia was some time before she could check her sobs enoughto speak. At length she said,— Molly, I do hate him ! But what did he mean by saying you were engaged to him ?Dont cry, dear, but tell me; if I can help you I will, but
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