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And
we
were
to
have
been
married
the
next
spring
.
I
had
my
wedding
dress
made
,
although
nobody
but
mother
and
Stephen
ever
knew
THAT
.
We
’
d
been
engaged
in
a
way
almost
all
our
lives
,
you
might
say
.
When
Stephen
was
a
little
boy
his
mother
would
bring
him
here
when
she
came
to
see
my
mother
;
and
the
second
time
he
ever
came
.
.
.
he
was
nine
and
I
was
six
.
.
.
he
told
me
out
in
the
garden
that
he
had
pretty
well
made
up
his
mind
to
marry
me
when
he
grew
up
.
I
remember
that
I
said
‘
Thank
you
’
;
and
when
he
was
gone
I
told
mother
very
gravely
that
there
was
a
great
weight
off
my
mind
,
because
I
wasn
’
t
frightened
any
more
about
having
to
be
an
old
maid
.
How
poor
mother
laughed
!
”
“
And
what
went
wrong
?
”
asked
Anne
breathlessly
.
“
We
had
just
a
stupid
,
silly
,
commonplace
quarrel
.
So
commonplace
that
,
if
you
’
ll
believe
me
,
I
don
’
t
even
remember
just
how
it
began
.
I
hardly
know
who
was
the
more
to
blame
for
it
.
Stephen
did
really
begin
it
,
but
I
suppose
I
provoked
him
by
some
foolishness
of
mine
.
He
had
a
rival
or
two
,
you
see
.
I
was
vain
and
coquettish
and
liked
to
tease
him
a
little
.
He
was
a
very
high
-
strung
,
sensitive
fellow
.
Well
,
we
parted
in
a
temper
on
both
sides
.
But
I
thought
it
would
all
come
right
;
and
it
would
have
if
Stephen
hadn
’
t
come
back
too
soon
.
Anne
,
my
dear
,
I
’
m
sorry
to
say
”
.
.
.
Miss
Lavendar
dropped
her
voice
as
if
she
were
about
to
confess
a
predilection
for
murdering
people
,
“
that
I
am
a
dreadfully
sulky
person
.
Oh
,
you
needn
’
t
smile
,
.
.
.
it
’
s
only
too
true
.
I
DO
sulk
;
and
Stephen
came
back
before
I
had
finished
sulking
.
I
wouldn
’
t
listen
to
him
and
I
wouldn
’
t
forgive
him
;
and
so
he
went
away
for
good
.
He
was
too
proud
to
come
again
.
And
then
I
sulked
because
he
didn
’
t
come
.
I
might
have
sent
for
him
perhaps
,
but
I
couldn
’
t
humble
myself
to
do
that
.
I
was
just
as
proud
as
he
was
.
.
.
pride
and
sulkiness
make
a
very
bad
combination
,
Anne
.
But
I
could
never
care
for
anybody
else
and
I
didn
’
t
want
to
.
I
knew
I
would
rather
be
an
old
maid
for
a
thousand
years
than
marry
anybody
who
wasn
’
t
Stephen
Irving
.
Well
,
it
all
seems
like
a
dream
now
,
of
course
.
How
sympathetic
you
look
,
Anne
.
.
.
as
sympathetic
as
only
seventeen
can
look
.
But
don
’
t
overdo
it
.
I
’
m
really
a
very
happy
,
contented
little
person
in
spite
of
my
broken
heart
.
My
heart
did
break
,
if
ever
a
heart
did
,
when
I
realized
that
Stephen
Irving
was
not
coming
back
.
But
,
Anne
,
a
broken
heart
in
real
life
isn
’
t
half
as
dreadful
as
it
is
in
books
.
It
’
s
a
good
deal
like
a
bad
tooth
.
.
.
though
you
won
’
t
think
THAT
a
very
romantic
simile
.
It
takes
spells
of
aching
and
gives
you
a
sleepless
night
now
and
then
,
but
between
times
it
lets
you
enjoy
life
and
dreams
and
echoes
and
peanut
candy
as
if
there
were
nothing
the
matter
with
it
.
And
now
you
’
re
looking
disappointed
.
You
don
’
t
think
I
’
m
half
as
interesting
a
person
as
you
did
five
minutes
ago
when
you
believed
I
was
always
the
prey
of
a
tragic
memory
bravely
hidden
beneath
external
smiles
.
That
’
s
the
worst
.
.
.
or
the
best
.
.
.
of
real
life
,
Anne
.
It
WON
’
T
let
you
be
miserable
.
It
keeps
on
trying
to
make
you
comfortable
.
.
.
and
succeeding
.
.
.
even
when
you
’
re
determined
to
be
unhappy
and
romantic
.
Isn
’
t
this
candy
scrumptious
?
I
’
ve
eaten
far
more
than
is
good
for
me
already
but
I
’
m
going
to
keep
recklessly
on
.
”
After
a
little
silence
Miss
Lavendar
said
abruptly
,
“
It
gave
me
a
shock
to
hear
about
Stephen
’
s
son
that
first
day
you
were
here
,
Anne
.
I
’
ve
never
been
able
to
mention
him
to
you
since
,
but
I
’
ve
wanted
to
know
all
about
him
.
What
sort
of
a
boy
is
he
?
”
“
He
is
the
dearest
,
sweetest
child
I
ever
knew
,
Miss
Lavendar
.
.
.
and
he
pretends
things
too
,
just
as
you
and
I
do
.
”
“
I
’
d
like
to
see
him
,
”
said
Miss
Lavendar
softly
,
as
if
talking
to
herself
.
“
I
wonder
if
he
looks
anything
like
the
little
dream
-
boy
who
lives
here
with
me
.
.
.
MY
little
dream
-
boy
.
”
“
If
you
would
like
to
see
Paul
I
’
ll
bring
him
through
with
me
sometime
,
”
said
Anne
.
