“Yes; I feel as if the feet were falling off me. I was standing so long to-day being tried on.”
“Then you must go to bed at once. To-morrow we will do a drive and the theatre. Next day we go home. You are no longer afraid of me, are you, dear?”—and he bent down and kissed the hair over her brow. “You must not. You are my only child; all I have, remember.”
“I will remember, and you will remember”; and she looked up at him with an expression more eloquent than speech. An undivided and implicit trust, spoke in her beautiful eyes.
END OF PART II
PART III
CHAPTER XXII
Although Lord Mulgrave had given Miss Usher a cordial invitation to accompany his daughter to London, that prudent lady excused herself with the plea of one or two engagements in Dublin. She wished to give the father and daughter an opportunity of becoming better acquainted before they joined the family circle. What could be a better occasion than a sea voyage and a railway journey?
“I shall miss you awfully,” sobbed her companion of the last six weeks. “I don’t know what in the living earth I’ll do, all alone. Of course, I have his—his lordship—father; but I mean among the women. And I’ve a notion they are all going to hate me, so they will.”