'As your life was said to be that of a
wanderer, I did not care to write to Raxton, and I did not know where
to address you. What I had read in the newspaper, I need not tell
you, troubled me greatly. I cried bitterly, and made but a poor
breakfast. After it was over Mr. D'Arcy entered the room, and shook
me warmly by the hand. He saw that I had been crying, and he stood
silent and seemed to be asking himself the cause. Drawing a chair
towards me, and taking a seat, he said,
'"I fear you have not slept well, Miss Wynne."
'"Not very well," I answered. Then, looking at him, I said, "Mr.
D'Arcy, I have something to say to you, and this is the moment for
saying it."
'He gave a startled look, as though he guessed what I was going to
say.
'"And I have something to say to _you_, Miss Wynne," he said,
smiling, "and this seems the proper time for saying it. Up to the
last few weeks a young gentleman from Oxford has been acting as my
secretary. He has now left me, and I am seeking another. His duties,
I must say, have not been what would generally be called severe.
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