‘Then what am I to understand by your exclamations?’
‘It is no engagement,’ repeated Laura. ‘He would never have asked that without papa’s consent. We are only bound by our own hearts.’
‘And you have a secret understanding with him?’
‘We have never written to each other; we have never dreamed of any intercourse that could be called clandestine. He would scorn it. He waited only for his promotion to declare it to papa.’
‘And how long has it been declared to you?’
‘Ever since the first summer Guy was here.’
‘Three years!’ exclaimed her mother. ‘You have kept this from me three years! O Laura!’
‘It was of no use to speak!’ said Laura, faintly.
If she had looked up, she would have seen those words, ‘no use,’ cut her mother more deeply than all; but there was only coldness in the tone of the answer, ‘No use to inform your parents, before you pledged your affections!’
‘Indeed, mamma,’ said Laura, ‘I was sure that you knew his worth.’