Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1892-05-13

But / shall help him, Il shall let him
go free.
Tomorrow. then. shall speak to
your father"
Tomorrow Must you put it off
till tomorrow"
She has grown as anxious now for
him to interview her father as she had
been frightened about it before.
"Well-and say everything. Every
thing you can about my-my dislike
to Sir Ralph. You might even call it
hatred. You know / told you l hated
him. Yes, say hate him"
''rll say all know" says Eyre fer
vently. you may be sure l shan't
let single point be lost"
Il must go now" says she, rising.
She is looking very pale and tired.
There are some things / must at
tend to. l shan't SEQ you again to-
night"
mot tonight! Why, it is only 6
o'clock nowr'
"Six o'clock! Is it really SO latep
Time for all invalids to be in bed, J"
says she, smiling, though half-heart-
eddy.
II expect you will be glad to get rid
of me-" says he. smiling in turn. and
by no means believing in his words.
NO" returns she. shaking her head.
THAT is well, because as things
stand, you are not likely ever to get
rid of me. But-What hurry you
are in, Dulcie! suppose if the doc
tor is 10 be relied on, shall be able
to move by the end of the week?"
''You mustn't hurry yourself; you
must be careful not TO undo all the
good work he has DONE" says she
kindly, Hospitality. !'And to begin
with. you ought To be in bed now,
surely. / shall send Patsy"
She moves TO the door. Patsy. the
factotum, has been in the habit, up
to this, OF helping Mr. Eyre from one
room TO another. At the door, how
ever, she pauses, and looks back at
him. Her eyes are troubled.
"You needn't be uneasy" says he
lightly. I'm all right: better than
ever | was"
Yes, | think you DO look better !"
says she softly. "But there was some
thing" (confusedly) Il wanted to say
to you; and you have put it out of my
head" She turns again TO the door,
hesitates again and again looks back
at him.
"By-the-bye," did l abuse him to
youp" asks she.
"Himp - whoP Oh, that fellow!
AnketellP"
Yes
"Well, you did rather. WhyP" He
has crossed the room to her.
"Oh, nothing!" letting him take her
hand and caress it; "only-it sounds
horrd. doesn't itP''
What doesp"
"Why. horrid to abuse anybody. 1t
isn't nice thing to do--eh? Your
other friends-the girls you know, l
mean--who are in society, they
wouldn't do it, would theyp"
do what, darlingp"
"Why, speak unkindly OF people,
even their enemies, openly"
"Oh. wouldn't they. thought says
Mr.. Eyre, giving way to mirth. My
word, you don't know them! You
should hear them sometimes, and"
with tender meaning and loving
glance at herr "you shall some day, |
hope; and, believe me, they will
open your eyes. The way they
abuse their enemies is frightful-one
is prepared for that; but the way they
abuse their friends that's surprise
If you likew
Il shouldn't like" says Dulcinea
disparagingly.
II know it. That's why l love
you," says he frankly. "Well, to-
morrow, then, Ducie," OBTAINING her;
you give me leave TO try my-our
luck Tomorrow"
Yes" She pauses; and then,
"Yesr' again, with sudden vehe-
mence. "Oh, how | should like to
show him how Independent am OF
him"
after all, it Is hard to be independ-
ent OF ones father" says Eyre.
Miss McDermot stares at him for a
moment. Her father! Then she
turns and runs away. IL had seemed
TO her impossible to explain.