“I apologize,” said Gerald sullenly. “I should have said you were coercing her.”
“I never coerced any one in my life; much less my sister. Naturally, I shall object to her marriage with you; but that makes no difference.”
“Tell me what you have to tell,” said Gerald nervously. He hated and feared this smooth, smiling man.
“In a few words, then, my sister is unhappy and unsettled. For several days she has been trying to answer a letter you sent her. At last she confided all to me. I am sure I am not going too far when I say she would be glad to think that all boy and girl promises between you were forgotten.”
“She sent you to tell me this?” asked Gerald hoarsely.
“No. She knew I was coming. I am putting her thoughts in my own words.”
“I don’t expect you to understand what my love for your sister means; you could not,” said Gerald. “But you know she has vowed to be my wife.”
“Yes; and will keep her promise if you insist upon it.” The emphasis Herbert laid on insist made Gerald’s heart sick.
He said nothing; but, with a strange smile on his white face, he went to a table and wrote a few words. He handed the paper to his visitor. “Read,” he said; “you say you are her messenger; now you can be mine.” The words were:
“Eugenia: If this is unanswered I shall believe you wish to recall everything that has passed between us.”