'My dear, that won't do. A honeymoon is all very well; but at this rate you will lose all your friends.'
'That would seem to indicate that my friends can do without me.
Very mortifying, if true.'
'But Hazel, every one knows it is true in Society. If you do not let yourself be seen, people will not keep you in mind.'
Wych Hazel stood thinking. Not in the least of Mrs. Coles, but of what her words called up. So thoughtfully deep in some questions of her own, that for a minute she forgot to answer her questioner.
'Maybe Dane is willing people should forget you,' the lady went on chuckling. 'He has got what he wantsthat is enough.'
But here Hazel made a vigorous diversion, and insisted that her guests should go and lie down until it was near time for dinner. Then she herself stepped into her carriage and went out to think.
CHAPTER XXX.
A TRAVELLING CLOCK.
'How shall I stand it?' she was saying to herself, as the wheels rolled smoothly on. 'How shall ever bear six more such days! Oh how could he ask them!how could he, how could he!They come right in between and put him ten miles away. My pleasure should have come first.It is not fair.'
But here a troublesome question presented itself: what is "fair" from people who have everything, to those who have not? And then one of the new maxims which Hazel had but lately learned to love came softly in.