"Forgotten! no, we never do forget;
We let the years go; wash them clean with tears,
Leave them to bleach out in the open day
Or lock them careful by, like dead friends' clothes,
Till we shall dare unfold them without pain;
But we forget not, never can forget."
"It is my nature to be faithful," Althea had once touchingly said to her sister; and to forget was certainly not possible to her!
CHAPTER XXIII.
ACROSS THE GOLF LINKS.
"Learn to live, and live to learn,
Ignorance like a fire burns,
Little tasks make large returns."
Bayard Taylor.
"Sits the wind in that quarter."
Shakespeare.
When Waveney went home the following Sunday, she carried with her a choice little piece of information, which she retailed with much gusto at the tea-table.
"Father," she said, in a mysterious voice, "I have found out something so interesting about our dear little Monsieur Blackie." Then Mollie, who was pouring out the tea, paused in her task to listen. "He is a relation of the Misses Harfords—their cousin once removed. Miss Althea told me so. His father, Colonel Ingram, was their own cousin."