`Maggie, is it that you don't love Philip well enough to marry him? - tell me - trust me.'

Maggie held Lucy's hands tightly in silence a little while. Her owns hands were quite cold. But when she spoke, her voice was quietly clear and distinct.

`Yes, Lucy - I would choose to marry him. I think it would be the best and highest lot for me - to make his life happy. He loved me first. No one else could be quite what he is to me. But I can't divide myself from my brother for life. I must go away, and wait. Pray don't speak to me again about it.'

Lucy obeyed in pain and wonder. The next word she said was,

`Well, dear Maggie, at least you will go to the dance at Park House tomorrow, and have some music and brightness, before you go to pay these dull, dutiful visits. Ah! here come aunty and the tea.'


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