“No; I can’t bear the sight of him. I used to like him well enough, but it’s different now. I’m glad to be rid of him.”
Basil could not help knowing it was on his account that she had broken off the engagement. He felt a curious thrill of power, and his heart beat with elation and pride, but at the same time he feared he was doing her some great injury.
“I’m very sorry,” he murmured. “I’m afraid I’ve done you harm.”
“You won’t stop coming here because of this?” she asked, anxiously watching his doubtful face.
His first thought was that a sudden rupture might be best for both of them, but he could not bear that on his account pain should darken those beautiful eyes, and when he saw the gathering tears he put it aside hastily.
“No, of course not. If you like to see me I’m only too glad to come.”
“Promise that you’ll come every day.”
“I’ll come as often as I can.”
“No, that won’t do. You must come every day.”
“Well, I will.”