“Oh, Miss Carr,” I said, “you have been so grieved.”
“Yes, greatly grieved, Antony, in many ways—not least that I spoke to you so harshly as I did.”
“But you are not angry with me?” I said. “You forgive me for not speaking out.”
“Forgive you?” she said softly—“forgive you, my boy?—yes. But go now; I do not feel myself. Good-night, Antony, my dear boy; go.”
To my surprise, she took me tenderly in her arms and kissed me, leading me afterwards to the door, and laying her cheek against my forehead before she let me out.
“Come to me to-morrow, Antony; come again to dinner; perhaps the next day I may be leaving town.”