"
"I should detest the right man," returned Frances, now grown almost
surly.
"Yes, yes, now, perhaps. But the suggestion I have to make, if acted
upon, will do all these things for you and will give you the opportunity
to detest the 'right man' intelligently if you feel so inclined when you
meet him. I have taken it upon myself to come all the way to Sundridge
with a suggestion, because of the love I bear you and because you have no
mother to do these things for you. As for dear Uncle Richard--well, you
know, he can't."
"No, no! father is old and of late has been failing rapidly. Sarah and I
can look for no help from him. On the contrary, we must help him. I have
thought of nothing else, night or day, for years. Tell me what it is you
have to suggest. What you have had to say to us has always been for our
good. We should have starved these last five years had it not been for
you and good old Roger Wentworth. Tell me, Baron Ned, what have you come
to offer me?"
I had intended telling Frances privately of the Duchess of York's
announcement, but after my talk with her I concluded to wait and to make
the statement in the presence of her father, so I answered:--
"I am not ready to tell you just now, but I'll do so before I return to
London."
"Then return at once, Baron Ned."
"If I do, you'll never hear it," I answered.
"In that case, stay. But tell me as soon as you can, for pent-up
curiosity is killing to a girl," said Frances, with a doleful little
smile.
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