"I wish I had died in the convent," she cried to her heart. "I wish I had died before I made him unhappy too."
VII
orning found a pale and languid Emily across the breakfast table from Mr. Ffrench. Yet, by a contradiction of the heart, her pride in loving and being loved so overbore the knowledge that only sorrow could result to herself and Lestrange, that her eyes shone wide and lustrous and her lips curved softly.
Mr. Ffrench was almost in high spirits.
"The boy was merely developing," he stated, over his grape-fruit. "I have been unjust to Richard. For two months Bailey has been talking of his interest in the business and attendance at the factory, but I was incredulous. Although I fancied I observed a change—have you observed a change in him, Emily?"
"Yes," Emily confirmed, "a very great change. He has grown up, at last."
"Ah? I can not express to you how it gratifies me to have a Ffrench representing me in public; have you seen the morning journals?"