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To see you my wife is the dream of Arthur's life, his sole ambition. And just now, you know, you said you were quite prepared to do anything for him. You can't, with any sense of honor, back out of your given word." "I never heard anything so absurd, so foolish, so nonsensical!" says Miss Peyton, resentfully. "Nonsensical! My dear Clarissa! pray consider my----" "It is more! it is right down stupid of him," says Clarissa, who plainly declines to consider any one's feelings. "You needn't pile up my agony any higher," interposes Branscombe, meekly. "To my everlasting regret I acknowledge myself utterly unworthy of you. But why tell me so in such round terms? I assure you I feel excessively hurt and offended. Am I to understand, then, that you have refused me?" "You shall understand something worse, if you say another word," says Clarissa, holding, up before him a little clinched hand in a would-be threatening manner. And then they both laugh in a subdued fashion; and she moves on towards the open hall-door, he following. "Well, I forgive you," he says, as she steps into her low phaeton, and he arranges the rug carefully around her. "Though you don't deserve it. (What ridiculous little hands to guide such refractory ponies!) Sure you are quite comfortable? Well, good-by; and look here,"--teasingly,--"I should think it over if I were you. You may not get so excellent a chance again; and Arthur will never forgive you." "Your uncle, though charming, and a very dear, is also a goose," says Miss Peyton, somewhat irreverently. "Marry you, indeed! Why, I should quite as soon dream of marrying my brother!" "Well, as I can't be your husband, it would be rather nice to be your brother," says Mr. Branscombe, cheerfully. "Your words give me hope that you regard me in that light. I shall always think of you for the future as my sister, and so I am sure"--with an eloquent and rather mischievous pause--"will Horace!" Miss Peyton blushes again,--much more vividly this time,--and, gathering up the reins hastily, says "good-by" for the second time, without turning her flushed face to his, and drives rapidly up the avenue. Branscombe stands on the steps watching her until she is quite lost to sight behind the rhododendrons, and then strokes his moustache thoughtfully. "That has quite arranged itself, I should fancy," he says, slowly. "Well, I hope he will be very good to her, dear little thing!" CHAPTER II.
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