278/306 He let it go on, and if I hadn't happened on that bouquet I might never have known anything about it. That is what I mean by--a false nature. I wouldn't have minded his deceiving me; but to let me deceive myself--Oh, it was too much!" Agatha hid her face in her handkerchief again. She was perching on the edge of the berth, and Mrs.March said, with a glance, which she did not see, toward the sofa, "I'm afraid that's rather a hard seat for you. |