The Real Lady Hilda: A Sketch
young man did not realize the fatal change in our circumstances.

“She has never been anywhere,” continued Emma—“never been to a dance, [47]or a race-meeting——”

[47]

“There is Sandown to-morrow. I’m a member; will you come with me? I can take two ladies. It ought to be a capital day: Eclipse Stakes, you know. I’ll meet you at Waterloo——”

“No, no, no,” interrupted Emma. “I would not go, and, of course, Gwen——”

She hesitated. No, certainly, I could not accompany this nameless young man alone.

“Well, look here,” he said impetuously. “Let us do something to-morrow. This is Tuesday, and I’m off on Saturday morning, and shall not be in England again for ages. Have you any engagement?”

“No—none.” The very idea made her smile.

[48]

[48]

“Then what would you like to do? Would you care to go up the river? Start from Paddington about ten, go to Maidenhead, get a good boat, and lunch in the Cliveden Woods, or up some nice cool backwater, row down to Taplow, have tea at the inn, come back to town in time to dine and do the theater. How would that be?”

“Oh, Mr. Somers, you take away my breath! The expedition up the river would be as much as we can manage, and delightful, would it not, Gwen?” appealing to me.

“Yes,” I assented. “Delightful indeed, if it won’t be too much for you?”

“Not at all, my old-head-on-young-shoulders. She”—to our host—“takes such care of me, and manages all our affairs: she might be my mother! We will accept the river part of the program.”

“Then that is quite settled. I meet you to-morrow at ten o’clock sharp at Paddington?”

The room was now crammed, and I [49]noticed that our companion had a bowing or nodding acquaintance with many customers.

[49]

“Your sister is married?” observed Emma. “I saw it in the papers. You are not married, are you?”


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