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I wondered too, very much. I had had no idea that I loved

Thorold; no dream that he liked me had ever entered my head. I

thought we were friends, and that was all. Indeed I had not

known there was anything in the world more, until one night

ago.

But I winced a little, privately, in the very bottom of my

heart, that I had let Thorold have so much liberty; that I had

let him know so easily what he was to me. I seemed unlike the

Daisy Randolph of my former acquaintance. She was never so

free. But it was done; and I had been taken unawares and at

disadvantage, with the thought of coming danger and separation

checking every reserve I would have shown. I had to be content

with myself at all events; Thorold knew my weakness and would

never forget it another time.

I thought a great many other thoughts that night; some of them

were grave enough. My sleep however, when I went to sleep, was

as light as the fall of the dew. I could not be careful. Just

seventeen, and just come into life's great inheritance, my

spirit was strong, as such spirits are, to throw off every

burden.

For several days it happened that I was too busy to see Miss

Cardigan. I used to look over to her house, those days, as the

place where I had begun to live. Meanwhile I was bending my

energies to work, with a serious consciousness of woman's life

and responsibility before me. In one way I think I felt ten

years older, when next I crossed the avenue and went into the

familiar marble-paved hall and opened Miss Cardigan's door.

That Thorold was not there, was the first thought with me.

Certainly the world had made a revolution; but all things else

looked as usual; and Miss Cardigan gave me a welcome just as

if the world had not turned round. She was busy with the

affairs of some poor people, and plunged me into them as her

custom was. But I fancied a somewhat more than usual of sober

gravity in her manner. I fancied, and then was sure of it;

though for a long time nothing was said which touched Thorold

or me. I had forgotten that it was to come; and then it came.

"And what have ye been doing, my bonnie lady, since ye went

away at eight o'clock o' the morn?"

I started, and found that I had lost myself in a reverie. I

said, I had been studying.

"You and me have need to study some new things," Miss Cardigan

said, soberly.