the best possible care of your interests, and we can settle details at another opportunity. Let us have done with business now, and talk of something else.”
I led her at once into speaking on other topics. In ten minutes’ time she was in better spirits, and I rose to take my leave.
“Come here again,” she said earnestly. “I will try to be worthier of your kind feeling for me and for my interests if you will only come again.”
Still clinging to the past—that past which I represented to her, in
just mentioned to me. Let us meet again at the house.”
She left me. I descended at once to the churchyard, and crossed the stile which led directly to Mrs. Fairlie’s grave.
The grass about it was too short, and the ground too hard, to show any marks of footsteps. Disappointed thus far, I next looked