“She feels that it will be scarcely worth while to make your acquaintance,” said Jacynth, with a final violent kick at the gravel.
“I understand,” said Fenella, in altogether a different voice, and the light went out of her face.
“I can assure you——” said Jacynth, but Fenella stopped him.
“You need say no more,” she said. “Your sister refuses to know me. I daresay she is right.”
Then there was an awkward silence. Jacynth could find no excuses ready, and Fenella was inwardly very indignant. At last she managed to subdue her emotion sufficiently to say to him:
“I must thank you for the effort you have made on my behalf; you have been very kind, and whatever happens to me, I will never forget your kindness.”
Jacynth still found nothing to say, and, scarcely before he had realized it, Fenella had turned from him and was hastily running toward the hotel.
CHAPTER VII.
BY “RITA.”
SO NEAR—SO FAR AWAY.
I never think but to regret
I know too much——