"
"Good-bye," I said; "but I consider I have every reason to feel insulted
by your offer, which was not, judging from your subsequent remarks, worth
a moment's thought."
"Oh, but I love you!" he said, and by his face, for the time, this was
probably true. So I did not say any more, and we rose and joined the
bridge players. And I contrived that he should not speak to me again alone
before he said good-night.
"Did Malcolm propose to you?" Lady Ver asked as we came up to bed. "I
thought I saw a look in his eye at dinner."
I told her he had done it in a kind of a way, with a reservation in favor
of Miss Angela Grey.
"That is too dreadful!" she said. "There is a regular epidemic in some of
the Guards regiments just now to marry these poor, common things with high
moral characters and indifferent feet. But I should have thought the
cuteness of the Scot would have protected Malcolm from their designs. Poor
Aunt Katherine!"
CLARIDGE'S,
Saturday, _November 26th._
Lady Ver went off early to the station to catch her train to
Northumberland this morning, and I hardly saw her to say good-bye. She
seemed out of temper, too, on getting a note--she did not tell me who it
was from or what it was about, only she said immediately after that I was
not to be stupid.
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