I only answered--
"Let me know what happens. I will do nothing till I hear from
you."
She still looked hard in my face. "I wish it was all over, and
well over, Mr. Gilmore--and so do you." With those words she left
me.
Sir Percival most politely insisted on seeing me to the carriage
door.
"If you are ever in my neighbourhood," he said, "pray don't forget
that I am sincerely anxious to improve our acquaintance. The
tried and trusted old friend of this family will be always a
welcome visitor in any house of mine."
A really irresistible man--courteous, considerate, delightfully
free from pride--a gentleman, every inch of him. As I drove away
to the station I felt as if I could cheerfully do anything to
promote the interests of Sir Percival Glyde--anything in the
world, except drawing the marriage settlement of his wife.
III
A week passed, after my return to London, without the receipt of
any communication from Miss Halcombe.
On the eighth day a letter in her handwriting was placed among the
other letters on my table.
It announced that Sir Percival Glyde had been definitely accepted,
and that the marriage was to take place, as he had originally
desired, before the end of the year.
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