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hy." Brigit had not moved, and Pam had seen no more than her profile as she sat down. "No, it wasn't. But then I was particularly lonely, and literally had no one to tell. Whereas," she added with brisk good sense, "you have _me_." For several minutes there was unbroken silence, and then Brigit said slowly, "I believe you're right. And I'll tell you. It's about--myself, of course; nothing else could upset me to this extent! You know I'm engaged to Theo Joyselle. Well--I love his father." Her voice was defiant, as if deprecating in advance any cut-and-dried disapproval. Pam did not answer for a moment. Then "Is his mother--I mean Theo's mother--alive?" she then asked, drawing up her knees and clasping them comfortably. "Yes." "That--is a pity." "A pity! Aren't you shocked and frightened?" "I'm sure I'm not shocked, and I don't think I am frightened. Brigit, does Theo know?" Then Brigit turned, her face white under the sunburnt skin. "No. I am--afraid to tell him." "Afraid?" "Yes, afraid. If I broke the engagement, Joyselle would be furious, and come and scold me." "Surely you aren't afraid of being scolded?" "By him, yes. If we had a row--the whole thing would come out." "I don't see why." The girl frowned. "You are you, and I am I. When I lose my temper I lose my head and behave like a lunatic. I'd--let it all out as sure as we both live. And then----" She broke off with a shrug. "But, Brigit dear, I don't quite understand. What does Theo think of your being here all the winter? And the father, doesn't he think it strange?" "No. You see, Joyselle went away from England in November, and was detained for two months; his mother was ill. When I left, I told Theo I'd write to him once a week, but that I wanted a long rest before--before I saw him again. I lied, and said I wasn't well. "Then when Joyselle came back he wrote to me, saying I must come home. I wrote him a disagreeable note, practically telling him to mind his own business. He was angry--and besides, he was working hard, and didn't write again until this morning." "Oh, I see." "Theo has been--fairly contented--and I have been trying to tide things over--no, I haven't, I've just funked it, Pam. I don't know what I'm to do. I've loved being here, for you and M. de Lensky are so good to me--but I'm afraid he might come----" "Theo?" "_No_," sharply, "Joyselle. He adores Theo and would hack me to pieces if it would
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