“Let us pass the summer in ——shire.”
Godolphin’s brow clouded.
“At Wendover Castle?” said he, after a pause.
“We have never been there since our marriage,” said Constance evasively.
“Humph!—as you will.”
“It was the place,” said Constance, “where you, Percy, first told me you loved!”
The tone of his wife’s voice struck on the right chord in Godolphin’s breast; he looked up, and saw her eyes full of tears and fixed upon him.
“Why, Constance,” said he, much affected, “who would have thought that you still cherished that remembrance?”
“Ah! when shall I forget it?” said Constance; “then you loved me!”
“And was rejected.”