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I was to see him the next evening; and it would behove me to

lose no time in telling him all the various matters I had

wished him to understand. It seemed to me there was something

to reconsider in my proposed communications. I had to tell him

that our correspondence must be stopped. Would he agree to

that? I had thought he would agree, and must, to anything I

desired. To-night assured me that he had a will in the matter

too, and that his will was strong. Further, it assured me that

he had a right; and knew it. Yet it was impossible that we

should write to each other without my parents' leave; and

impossible that we should gain the leave. Mr. Thorold would

have to see the matter as I looked at it; but a doubt came

over me that to make him do so might prove difficult. That was

one thing. Then about my not being an heiress. I suddenly

found a great dislike in myself to speak to him on the

subject. There was no doubt that it would be right to tell him

what I had thought to tell him; wrong not to do it; the right

and the wrong were settled; my willingness was not. A little

inner consciousness that Mr. Thorold would relish any handling

of the matter that savoured of the practical, and would

improve it for his own ends, made my cheek hot. Yet I must

tell him. The thing stood, with only an addition of

disagreeableness. And what chance should I have, in the

street?

I meditated a good while, before there suddenly started into

my mind a third subject upon which I had meant to take action

with Mr. Thorold. I had thought to qualify a little the

liberty he had assumed upon our first betrothal; to keep at a

somewhat more reserved distance, and make him. Could I? Was

Mr. Thorold under my management? He seemed to take me under

his. I pondered, but between laughing and rebellion I could

make nothing of the subject. Only, I resolved, if

circumstances gave me any chance, to act on my proposed

system.

The next day was swallowed up in like thoughts. I tried to

arrange my subjects and fix upon one to begin with; but it was

a vain effort. I knew that as soon as I began to get ready for

my walk. Things must come as they would. And my cross tides of

purpose resolved themselves into one long swell of joy, when I

discerned the figure I was looking for, waiting for me on

Pennsylvania avenue; too soon, for it was near the place where

we parted the night before.

"This is very dangerous -" I said, as we began to stroll up

the avenue.

"What?" said Mr. Thorold, looking down at me with his eyes as

full of mischief as ever.