ead this letter."
Emilia took it and opened it slowly. It was a letter in the tone of the
gallant paying homage with some fervour. Emilia searched every sentence
for the one word. That being absent, she handed back the letter, her
eyes lingering on the signature.
"Do you see what he says?" asked Lady Charlotte; "that I can be a right
hand to him, as I believe I can."
"He writes like a friend." Emilia uttered this as when we have a
contrast in the mind.
"You excuse him for writing to me in that style?"
"Yes; he may write to any woman like that."
"He has latitude! You really fancy that's the sort of letter a friend
would write?"
"That is how Mr. Powys would write to me," said Emilia. Lady Charlotte
laughed. "My unhappy Merthyr!"
"Only if I could be a great deal older," Emilia hastened to add; and
Lady Charlotte slightly frowned, but rubbed it out with a smile.
Rising, the lady said: "I have spoken to you upon equal terms; and
remember, very few women would have done what I have done. You are cared
for by Merthyr Powys, and that's enough. It would do you no harm to fix
your eyes upon him. You won't get him; but it would do you no harm. He
has a heart, as they call it; whatever it is, it's as strong as a cable.
He is a knight of the antique. He is specially guarded, however. Well,
he insists that you are his friend; so you are mine, and that is why I
have come to you and spoken to you. You will be silent about it, I need
not say. No one but yourself is aware that Lieutenant Pole does me the
honour to liken me to the good old gentleman who accompanied Telemachus
in his voyages, and chooses me from among the handmaidens of earth. On
this head you will promise to be silent."
Lady Charlotte held forth her hand. Emilia would not take it before she
had replied, "I knew this before you came," and then she pressed the
extended fingers.
Lady Charlotte drew her close. "Has Wilfrid taken you into his
confidence so far?"
Emilia explained that she had heard it from his father.
The lady's face lit up as from a sting of anger. "Very well--very well,"
she said; and, presently, "You are right when you speak of the power of
lying in men. Observe--Wilfrid told me that not one living creature knew
there was question of an engagement between us. What would you do in my
case?"
Emilia replied, "Forgive him; and I should think no more of it."
"Yes. It would be right; and, presuming him to have the vice, I could be
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