“And you would not even let Jack speak for me!”
“Dear Jack!” she cried; “were it not for Jack we should not be here, Richard.”
“Indeed, Dolly, two people could scarce fall deeper in debt to another than are you and I to my Lord Viscount,” I answered, with feeling. “His honesty and loyalty to us both saved you for me at the very outset.”
“Yes,” she replied thoughtfully, “I believed you dead. And I should have married him, I think. For Dr. Courtenay had sent me that piece from the Gazette telling of the duel between you over Patty Swain—”
“Dr. Courtenay sent you that!” I interrupted.
“I was a wild young creature then, my dear, with little beside vanity under my cap. And the notion that you could admire and love any girl but me was beyond endurance. Then his Lordship arrived in England, brimming with praise of you, to assure me that the affair was not about Patty at all. This was far from making me satisfied that you were not in love with her, and I may say now that I was miserable. Then, as we were setting out for Castle Howard, came the news of your death on the road to Upper Marlboro. I could not go a step. Poor Jack, he was very honest when he proposed,” she added, with a sigh.
“He loved you, Dorothy.”
She did not hear me, so deep was she in thought.
“'Twas he who gave me news of you, when I was starving at Gordon's.”
“And I—I starved, too, Richard,” she answered softly. “Dearest, I slid very wrong. There are some matters that must be spoken of between us, whatever the pain they give. And my heart aches now when I think of that dark day in Arlington Street when I gave you the locket, and you went out of my life. I knew that I had done wrong then, Richard, as soon as ever the door closed behind you. I should have gone with you, for better for worse, for richer for poorer. I should have run after you in the rain and thrown myself at your feet. And that would have been best for my father and for me.”