I remember that the 'warning' contained some notable mistakes,—as for instance, that I should ever—my pen refuses to write the words!—or I do. As well might it be said that I should——. Mademoiselle, you must perceive the obvious bearing of these two upon each other.
If your interest in the writer has carried you so far, perhaps he may indulge the hope that at some future time it may carry you further—even to the head of the stairs—where it is needless to say you will be received with open arms.
It is also needless to sign this—it could come from but one person!"
Some two minutes after, Faith's room door opened, and a very flashing bright sunbeam came out upon the place indicated, only a little peachblossom tinge in her cheeks witnessing to any consciousness. She was met according to promise—then held off and looked at with serio-comic eyes.
"What a cruel child you are!" Mr. Linden said.
"What do you want, Endecott?" said Faith trying to be serious.
"How can you have the heart to sit up stairs and sew while I am down stairs in my study?"
Faith instantly came so close, taking the nearest refuge, that he could not very well see her face; but that she was laughing still he knew.
"Endecott!—don't talk so. I didn't know where you were."
"Will it be in this sort of weather that you will 'go out to do errands' and leave me at home?"