nd heavy ones,
which is nature's device for the neutralizing of bores. But they are
all going in. I think if you will allow me that I will just take the
opportunity to tell him that, as far as you know, there is no positive
obstacle in the way."
"As far as I know," Clara repeated, as the widow moved away to where
the players were grouped round the net, or sauntering slowly towards
the house. She rose to follow her, but her head was in a whirl with new
thoughts, and she sat down again. Which would be best for Ida, Harold
or Charles? She thought it over with as much solicitude as a mother who
plans for her only child. Harold had seemed to her to be in many ways
the noblest and the best young man whom she had known. If ever she was
to love a man it would be such a man as that. But she must not think of
herself. She had reason to believe that both these men loved her sister.
Which would be the best for her? But perhaps the matter was already
decided. She could not forget the scrap of conversation which she had
heard the night before, nor the secret which her sister had refused to
confide to her. If Ida would not tell her, there was but one person who
could. She raised her eyes and there was Harold Denver standing before
her.
"You were lost in your thoughts," said he, smiling. "I hope that they
were pleasant ones."
"Oh, I was planning," said she, rising. "It seems rather a waste of time
as a rule, for things have a way of working themselves out just as you
least expect."
"What were you planning, then?"
"The future."
"Whose?"
"Oh, my own and Ida's."
"And was I included in your joint futures?
"I hope all our friends were included."
"Don't go in," said he, as she began to move slowly towards the house.
"I wanted to have a word. Let us stroll up and down the lawn. Perhaps
you are cold. If you are, I could bring you out a shawl."
"Oh, no, I am not cold."
"I was speaking to your sister Ida last night." She noticed that there
was a slight quiver in his voice, and, glancing up at his dark, clearcut
face, she saw that he was very grave. She felt that it was settled, that
he had come to ask her for her sister's hand.
"She is a charming girl," said he, after a pause.
"Indeed she is," cried Clara warmly. "And no one who has not lived with
her and known her intimately can tell how charming and good she is. She
is like a sunbeam in the house."
"No one who was not good could be so absolutely happy as she
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