One day, while Montague was still trembling with the pain of his
experience, he was walking up the Avenue, and he met Laura Hegan
coming from a shop to her carriage.
"Mr. Montague," she exclaimed, and stopped with a frank smile of
greeting. "How are you?"
"I am well," he answered.
"I suppose," she added, "you have been very busy these terrible
days."
"I have been more busy observing than doing," he replied.
"And how is Alice?"
"She is well. I suppose you have heard that she is engaged."
"Yes," said Miss Hegan. "Harry told me the first thing. I was
perfectly delighted."
"Are you going up town?" she added. "Get in and drive with me."
He entered the carriage, and they joined the procession up the
Avenue. They talked for a few minutes, then suddenly Miss Hegan
said, "Won't you and Alice come to dinner with us some evening this
week?"
Montague did not answer for a moment.
"Father is home now," Miss Hegan continued. "We should like so much
to have you."
He sat staring in front of him. "No," he said at last, in a low
voice.
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