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СКАЧАТЬ her; but she had never deceived or wilfully disobeyed her father, and should she begin now? The temptation was very great, and perhaps she would have yielded; but Mr. Dinsmore's step came quickly up the stairs, and the next moment he rapped lightly on the door.

      She rose and opened it, at the same time slipping the note into her pocket.

      "Why, my darling, what is the matter?" he asked, looking much concerned at the sight of her pale, agitated countenance.

      "Oh, papa, if you would let me! if you only would!" she cried, bursting into tears, and putting her arms coaxingly about his neck.

      "Let you do what, my child?" he asked, stroking her hair.

      "Read this," she said, in a choking voice, taking the note from her pocket. "Oh, if you knew how much I want to! Mayn't I, papa? do, dear papa, say yes."

      "No, Elsie; it grieves me to deny you, but it must go back unopened. Give it to me."

      She put it into his hand and turned away with a sob.

      "How did it come into your hands?" he inquired, going to her writing-desk for an envelope, pen and ink.

      "Must I tell you, papa?" she asked; in a tone that spoke reluctance to give the information he required.

      "Certainly."

      "Simon gave it to me a few moments since."

      He touched the bell, and, Chloe appearing in answer, bade her take that note to the house on the opposite side of the street.

      "There is no message," he added; "it is directed to Mr. Egerton, and you have nothing to do but hand it in at the door."

      "Yes, sah." And with a sorrowful, pitying glance at the wet eyes of her young mistress, the faithful old creature left the room.

      "My poor little daughter, you feel now that your father is very cruel," Mr. Dinsmore said tenderly, taking Elsie in his arms again, "but some day you will thank me for all this."

      She only laid her face down on his breast and cried bitterly, while he soothed her with caresses and words of fatherly endearment.

      "Oh, papa, don't be vexed with me," she murmured at length. "I'm trying not to be rebellious, but it seems so like condemning him unheard."

      "No, my child, it is not. I gave him the opportunity to refute the charges against him, but he has no proof to bring."

      "Papa, he said it would break his heart to lose me," she cried with a fresh burst of grief.

      "My dear child, he has no heart to break. If he could get possession of your property, he would care very little indeed what became of you."

      Mr. Dinsmore spoke very decidedly, but, though silenced, Elsie was not convinced.

      Egerton, watching through the half-closed blinds of his bed-room, had seen, with a chuckle of delight, the success of Simon's manoeuvre, and Elsie hurrying into the house; for the purpose—he had scarcely a doubt—of secretly reading and answering his note. He saw Chloe crossing the street, and thought that her young mistress had sent him a hasty line, perhaps to appoint the time and place of a clandestine meeting; for such confidence had he in his own powers of fascination for all the fair sex, that he could not think it possible she could give him up without a struggle.

      Lenwilla went to the door, and in his eagerness to receive the message he ran out and met her on the landing. What was his disappointment and chagrin at sight of the bold, masculine characters on the outside, and only his own handwriting within!

      "Sent back unopened! The girl must be a fool!" he cried, fairly gnashing his teeth with rage. "She could have managed it easily enough; she had the best chance in the world, for he didn't see her take it, I know."

      He considered a moment, put on his hat, and, walking over to Dr. King's, inquired for Miss Lottie.

      "Jist walk intil the parlor, sir," said Bridget, "an' I'll call the young lady."

      Lottie came to him presently, with her kind face full of regret and sympathy.

      He told his tale, produced his note, and begged her to be his messenger, saying he supposed Mr. Dinsmore had come upon Elsie before she had time to read it, and he thought it hard for both her and himself that she should not have the chance.

      "Yes," said Lottie, "but I am very sure she would not read it without her father's permission, and you may depend upon it, she showed it to him of her own accord."

      He shook his head with an incredulous smile. "Do you really think she has so little sense? Or is it that you believe she too has turned against me?"

      "No, she has not turned against you, she believes in you still; nor is she wanting in sense; but she is extremely conscientious about obeying her father, and told me she meant to be entirely submissive, whatever it cost her."

      "I can hardly think you are right," he said, with another of his incredulous smiles, "but even supposing she was silly enough to hand my note over to her father, I should like to give her an opportunity to retrieve her error, so won't you undertake"—

      "Don't ask me to carry it to her," interrupted Lottie. "It would go against my conscience to tempt Elsie to do violence to hers, I do assure you, though I have no idea I should be successful. So you really must excuse me."

      He tried argument and persuasion by turns, but Lottie stood firm in her refusal, and at length he went away, evidently very angry.

      Lottie spent the evening with her friend, and when a fitting opportunity offered gave her an account of this interview with Egerton, Elsie telling her in return something of what had passed between her father and herself in regard to the note.

      That Egerton had desired to tempt her to disobedience and deception did not tend to increase Elsie's esteem and admiration for him, but quite the reverse.

      "I think he'll not prevent me from getting sight of her to-day," muttered Egerton, stationing himself at the front window the next morning, as the hour for church drew near.

      He had not been there long, when he saw Miss Stanhope and Mr. Travilla, then Mr. Dinsmore and Elsie, come out of the house and cross the lawn. He made a hasty exit and was in the act of opening Mrs. Schilling's front gate as the latter couple reached the one opposite.

      "Put down your veil, Elsie; take my arm; and don't look toward that man at all," commanded her father, and she obeyed.

      Egerton kept opposite to them all the way to the church, but without accomplishing his object. He followed them in and placed himself in a pew on the other side of the aisle, and a little nearer the front than Miss Stanhope's, so that, by turning half way round, he could look into the faces of its occupants. But Elsie kept hers partly concealed by her veil, and never once turned her eyes in his direction.

      She was seated next her father, who seemed to watch her almost constantly—not with the air of a jailer, but with a sort of tender, protecting care, as one keeping guard over something belonging to him, and which he esteemed very sweet and precious,—while now and then her soft eyes were lifted to his for an instant with a look of loving reverence.

      "Poor Elsie was well watched to-day," remarked Nettie King to her sister as they walked home together; "her father scarcely took his СКАЧАТЬ