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experience on the part of a gentleman in his use of his heart is not
supposed by most young ladies to enhance the value of the article.
Madeline was not in the least jealous of Mary Snow; but with great
good nature promised to look after her, and patronise her when she
should have become Mrs. Albert Fitzallen. "But I don't think I should
like that Mrs. Thomas," she said.

"You would have mended the stockings for her all the same."

"O yes, I would have done that;--and so did Miss Snow. But I would
have kept my box locked. She should never have seen my letters."

It was now absolutely necessary that she should return to the house,
and say to Peregrine Orme what words of comfort might be possible for
her. If she could have spoken simply with her heart, she would have
said much that was friendly, even though it might not be comfortable.
But it was necessary that she should express herself in words, and
she felt that the task was very difficult. "Will you come in?" she
said to Felix.

"No, I think not. But he's a splendid fellow, and to me was a stanch
friend. If I can catch him as he comes out I will speak to him."
And then Madeline, with hesitating steps, with her hat still on her
head, and her gloves on her hands, walked through the hall into the
drawing-room. There she found her mother seated on the sofa, and
Peregrine Orme standing before her. Madeline walked up to him with
extended hand and a kindly welcome, though she felt that the colour
was high in her cheeks. Of course it would be impossible to come out
from such an interview as this without having confessed her position,
or hearing it confessed by her mother in her presence. That, however,
had been already done, and Peregrine knew that the prize was gone.

"How do you do, Miss Staveley?" said he. "As I am going to leave The
Cleeve for a long time, I have come over to say good-bye to Lady
Staveley--and to you."

"Are you going away, Mr. Orme?"

"Yes, I shall go abroad,--to Central Africa, I think. It seems a wild
sort of place with plenty of animals to kill."

"But isn't it very dangerous?"

"No, I don't think so. The people always come back alive. I've a sort
of idea that nothing will kill me. At any rate I couldn't stay here."

"Madeline, dear, I've told Mr. Orme that you have accepted Mr.
Graham. With a friend such as he is I know that you will not be
anxious to keep this a secret."

"No, mamma."

"I was sure of that; and now that your papa ha