16/27 Perhaps you may be gone before I come back." And with this he abruptly walked out of the room. But afterwards I sat there an hour, wondering if what had passed so quickly were true, and I had really refused to be John Hollingford's wife. Mopsie fell asleep, and Jane absorbed herself in her books. Mrs.Hollingford and I held some embroidery in our hands, but my fingers trembled so that the stitches went all wrong. Now and again, glancing up, I encountered long troubled looks from Mrs.Hollingford. |