I hope you are yet to be
a happy woman, a happy wife.'
'It seems so heartless to Dick.'
'Not a bit; it's what I should like,' Dick says.
'It's what he would like, Laura.'
'Do you remember, Laura,' Dick goes on, 'I kissed you once. It was under
a lilac in the Loudon Woods. I knew at the time that you were angry, and
I should have apologised. I'm sorry, Laura.'
His sweetheart has risen, tasting something bitter-sweet. 'What is it,
Laura?' Mr. Don asks.
'Somehow--I don't know how--but, for a moment I seemed to feel the smell
of lilac. Dick was once--nice to me under a lilac. Oh, Mr. Don--' She
goes to him like a child, and he soothes and pets her.
'There, there! That will be all right, quite all right.' He takes her to
the door. 'Good-night, my dear.'
'Good-night, Mr. Don.'
'Good-bye, Laura,' says the third voice.
Mr. Don is looking so glum that the moment they are alone Dick has to
cry warningly, 'Face!' He is probably looking glum himself, for he says
candidly, 'Pretty awful things, these partings. Father, don't feel hurt
though I dodge the good-bye business when I leave you.
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