ble petitions; still, I will be glad to hear what my ward
desires of her guardian."
Her lip quivered, and his heart smote him as he observed her wounded
expression. She was silent, still resting her drooped head on her
folded hands.
"Regina, I am waiting to hear you."
"It is useless. You would refuse me."
"Probably I should; yet I prefer that you should express your wishes,
and afford me an opportunity of judging of their propriety."
She sighed and shook her head.
"I shall not permit such childish trifling. Tell me at once what you
wish me to do."
"Will you be so kind as to lend me twenty-five dollars, until I
receive my remittance?"
His eyes fell beneath her timidly pleading gaze, and a deep flush of
embarrassment passed over his face.
"That depends upon the use you intend to make of it. If you desire to
run away from me, I am afraid you must borrow of some one else. Do
you wish to pay your passage to Europe?"
"Oh no! I wish that I could. You allow me no such comforting hope."
"What do you want with it?"
"I cannot tell you."
"Because you know that your object is improper?"
"No, sir; but you would not understand my motives."
"Try me."
"I will not I hoped you would have sufficient confidence in me to
grant my request without demanding my reasons."
"I have confidence in the purity of your motives. I do not question
the goodness of your heart, or the propriety of your intentions; but
I gravely doubt the correctness of your youthful judgment. Do not
force me to refuse you such a trivial thing. Tell me your purpose."
"No, sir."
A proud grieved look crossed her delicate features.
He walked away, reached the door, then came back for one of his
gloves which had fallen on the rug.
"Mr. Palma."
"Well, Miss Orme."
"Trust me."
He looked down into her beautiful sad eyes, and his heart began to
throb fiercely.
"Lily, I will."
"Some day I will explain everything."
"When do you want the money?"
"To-morrow morning, if you please."
"At breakfast you will find it in an envelope under your plate."
"Thank you, sir. It is for----"
"Hush! Tell me nothing till you tell me all. I prefer to trust you
entirely, and I shall wait for the hour when no concealment exists
between us; when your secret thoughts are as much my property as my
own. Less than that will never content your exacting guardian, but
that hour is very distant."
She took his hand and pressed her soft lips
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