CHAPTER LXI.
HARRY ANNESLEY IS ACCEPTED.
She knew that Harry Annesley was at the door. He had written to say that
he must come again, though he had fixed no day for his coming. She had
been delighted to think that he should come, though she had after her
fashion, scolded him for the promised visit. But, though his comings had
not been frequent, she recognized already the sounds of his advent. When
a girl really loves her lover, the very atmosphere tells of his
whereabouts. She was expecting him with almost breathless expectation
when her cousin Mountjoy was brought to her; and so was her mother, who
had been told that Harry Annesley had business on which he intended to
call. But now the two foes must meet in her presence. That was the idea
which first came upon her. She was sure that Harry would behave well.
Why should not a favored lover on such occasions always behave well? But
how would Mountjoy conduct himself when brought face to face with his
rival? As Florence thought of it, she remembered that when last they met
the quarrel between them had been outrageous. And Mountjoy had been the
sinner, while Harry had been made to bear the punishment of the sin.
Harry, when he was told that Miss Mountjoy was at home, had at once
walked in and opened for himself the door of the front room downstairs.
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