'It's wonderful to think of his having loved you secretly all this
time,' I marvelled; 'yet why should he take Elizabeth into his
confidence rather than myself? And why didn't you tell me all this
before--it would have made things so much simpler.'
'At first, not being aware how handsome he could be made, I did not
care for him and----'
'Do you mean, then, that you no longer dislike him, Marion?'
'On the contrary, dear, I have begun to regard him with--with feelings
of warmth.'
'Then all goes well, it seems. Now I shall go and speak to Elizabeth
about the affair.'
I thought Elizabeth seemed a little uneasy under my questioning, but
she reiterated many times: 'I tell you 'e isn't 'arf gone on Miss
Marryun--fair mad about 'er 'e is, but 'e told me not to breathe a word
about it to a soul.'
'Well, he's mad about some one else now,' I interposed.
Elizabeth looked unduly startled. 'Oo with? Don't say it's that there
Miss 'Arringay 'oo wos a-settin' 'er cap so 'ard at 'im the other
night?'
I was a little taken aback. 'Yes, that's about it,' I confessed.
'Well, upon my soul, the sorcy baggage,' burst out Elizabeth with
unexpected wrath, 'such imperence after me workin' an' plannin' the way
I 'ave. But she shan't 'ave 'im. Look 'ere, 'm, Miss Marryun is just
the one fer 'im. Can't it be brought off like?'
I pondered. 'I'll do my best, Elizabeth.
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