Perhaps I ate
something spoiled for breakfast. “Hold on. For in life there is but one hour: an epic or an idyll: all other hours lead up
to and down from it. ’
Tears sprang to Melusine’s own eyes, and she clasped the hand she held more
tightly. “Do you mean, aunt,” she asked, “that my father thought I had gone off—with
some man?”
“What else COULD he think? Would any one DREAM you would be so mad
as to go off alone?”
“After—after what had happened the night before?”
“Oh, why raise up old scores? If you could see him this morning, his poor face
as white as a sheet and all cut about with shaving! He was for coming up by the
very first train and looking for you, but I said to him, ‘Wait for the letters,’ and
there, sure enough, was yours. “Let’s go.
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