Vanderpoel's daughter. As a result of it here one was
indecently and unwillingly disturbing the lives of innocent, unassuming
lovers.
"And so long as Sir Thomas has not tried--and found out--Lady Jane will
be made unhappy?"
"If he were to let you escape without trying, he would not be forgiven.
His grandmother has had her own way all her life."
"But suppose after I went away someone else came?"
Mary shook her head.
"People like you don't HAPPEN in one neighbourhood twice in a lifetime.
I am twenty-six and you are the first I have seen."
"And he will only be safe if?"
Mary Lithcom nodded.
"Yes--IF," she answered. "It's silly--and frightful--but it is true."
Miss Vanderpoel looked down on the grass a few moments, and then seemed
to arrive at a decision.
"He likes you? You can make him understand things?" she inquired.
"Yes."
"Then go and tell him that if he will come here and ask me a direct
question, I will give him a direct answer--which will satisfy Lady
Alanby."
Lady Mary caught her breath.
"Do you know, you are the most wonderful girl I ever saw!" she
exclaimed. "But if you only knew what I feel about Janie!" And tears
rushed into her eyes.
"I feel just the same thing about my sister," said Miss Vanderpoel.
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