The Ashiel Mystery - Mrs. Charles Bryce (novels to improve english TXT) 📗

could do, she decided, was to put away all thought of such things,

and forget the man whom she had once been so vain as to imagine really

cared for her.

 

And just as she told herself for the hundredth time that she had given up

all hope and had resigned herself to the rôle of broken-hearted maiden,

the door opened, and David was shown in.

 

By good luck, she was alone. Lady Byrne was not yet down, and her

stepsisters were out; so there was no one to see her blushes and add to

her embarrassment.

 

In the surprise of seeing him, all her presence of mind vanished, leaving

her speechless and trembling with agitation.

 

For his part, David approached her with a confusion as obvious as her

own.

 

"Juliet," he stammered as soon as they were left alone together, "I know

I oughtn't to have come, but I simply couldn't keep away."

 

"Why oughtn't you to have come?" was all she could ask foolishly.

 

"Because I know you can't want to see me," said the absurd young man,

"though I do think you liked me pretty well before, didn't you? when

Maisie Tarver tied my tongue; or ought to have, I'm afraid I should say.

But she had enough sense to drop me when I was arrested. She couldn't

stand a man arrested for murder any more than you or anyone else could?"

 

He said the last words with an air of shamefaced interrogation.

 

"Why," said Juliet, who was being carried off her feet on the top of a

rapturous flood, "what nonsense! You were as innocent as I was. What

would it matter if you were arrested twenty times!"

 

"Well, I shouldn't care to be, myself," said David, without apparently

deriving much satisfaction from such a suggestion. "Once is enough for

And anyway," he added inconsequently, "you can't very well marry a

fellow who is first cousin to a man who's as good as hanged already!"

 

"Oh, David, David," cried Juliet; "as if that mattered! But who do

you suppose I am--don't you know that he's my first cousin just as he

is yours?"

 

"By Jingo," said David, "I never thought of that, somehow. Then

we're both in the same boat!" And he stepped forward and caught her

by the hands.

 

"Yes, David," she said, as he drew her to him tenderly, "both in the same

boat. And what can be nicer than that?"

 

 

THE END

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