The cheeks that were wet for Felix Harrison burned at the thought of one she knew!
“Oh, I wonder—but I must not wonder—I must be submissive; I must bow before the Awful Will.”
In that hour it was harder to bear for Felix Harrison to love her than for Ralph Towne to be indifferent.
“What are you going to do this afternoon?” inquired her mother at the dinner table.
“Take my walk! And then the thing that comes first”
“You never have any plan about any thing; any one with so little to do ought to have a plan.”
“My plan is this—do the next thing! I find that it keeps me busy.”
“The next thing, hard or easy,” said Mr. Wadsworth.
“Hard! Easy!” repeated Mrs. Wadsworth in her ironical voice. “Tessa never had a hard thing to do in her life. It will be my comfort in my last hours, Tessa, that you have been kept from troubles and disappointments.”
“You might as well take the comfort of it now,” said Tessa.