“See you at dinner at The Mynns on Wednesday, I suppose?”
“Oh, yes,” said the lawyer, “for certain. We live there now, and if it was not for poor little Gertrude, I should be very glad when emancipation day came.”
Chapter Eighteen.
Saul’s Invitation.
Mr Hampton was quite right; Gertrude had nerved herself to the sacrifice, and looked forward to the wedding-day, although with apprehension, still with something akin to eagerness.
“But you don’t love him, my dear,” said Mrs Hampton, “and is it right for you to go to the altar like that?”
Gertrude was silent and thoughtful for some minutes before she raised her large clear eyes, and gazed full in the old lady’s face.
“Yes,” she said, “I think it is right. I shall have influence over him which will grow, and I shall then have the right to speak with authority—as his wife.”