There was nothing left for me
to do--everything had been done for me; so I sat down in my hat and
jacket as I was, and gave myself up to a bitter regret. At the moment it
seemed the hardest and cruellest thing in the world that I should be
taken away from the place which held Anthony Cardew--where I might meet
him at any moment--and, so far as I could see, since my grandparents
were well, without adequate cause.
I had a sudden feeling as though they, as though my godmother, must know
that I loved Anthony Cardew and that he loved me in return. Of course,
it was impossible; but it seemed to be a foretaste of the opposition I
should have to face; and, although I could face it for his sake, yet it
struck me coldly that I should ever be in opposition to the will of
those who loved me so tenderly.
There was a tap at the door, and the little maid of the house came in,
with a sad face, to say that the cab was come.
"And, Miss Bawn," she added, "I found this in the letter-box for you,
when I went to call the cab."
I took the letter from her hand and my heart gave a great leap. I had
never seen my beloved's handwriting, but I had not a doubt that it was
his. Ah, so he had not left me in suspense! He had written to me to tell
me, surely, that he understood.
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