Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Winston Churchill eBook

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Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Winston Churchill eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 6,366 pages of information about Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Winston Churchill.

Honora still remembers the blank expression which appeared on the countenance of her hostess when she spoke these words.  Mrs. Holt’s cheeks twitched, her ear-rings quivered, and her bosom heaved-once.

“Engaged to be married!” she gasped.

“Yes,” replied our heroine, humbly, “I was going to tell you—­to-morrow.”

“I suppose,” said Mrs. Holt, after a silence, “it is to the young man who was here this afternoon, and whom I did not see.  It accounts for his precipitate departure.  But I must say, Honora, since frankness is one of my faults, that I feel it my duty to write to your aunt and disclaim all responsibility.”

“It is not to Mr. Erwin,” said Honora, meekly; “it is—­it is to Mr. Spence.”

Mrs. Holt seemed to find difficulty in speaking, Her former symptoms, which Honora had come to recognize as indicative of agitation, returned with alarming intensity.  And when at length her voice made itself heard, it was scarcely recognizable.

“You are engaged—­to—­Howard Spence?”

“Oh, Mrs. Holt,” exclaimed Honora, “it was as great a surprise to me —­believe me—­as it is to you.”

But even the knowledge that they shared a common amazement did not appear, at once, to assuage Mrs. Holt’s emotions.

“Do you love him?” she demanded abruptly.

Whereupon Honora burst into tears.

“Oh, Mrs. Holt,” she sobbed, “how can you ask?”

From this time on the course of events was not precisely logical.  Mrs. Holt, setting in abeyance any ideas she may have had about the affair, took Honora in her arms, and against that ample bosom was sobbed out the pent-up excitement and emotion of an extraordinary day.

“There, there, my dear,” said Mrs. Holt, stroking the dark hair, “I should not have asked you that-forgive me.”  And the worthy lady, quivering with sympathy now, remembered the time of her own engagement to Joshua.  And the fact that the circumstances of that event differed somewhat from those of the present—­in regularity, at least, increased rather than detracted from Mrs. Holt’s sudden access of tenderness.  The perplexing questions as to the probable result of such a marriage were swept away by a flood of feeling.  “There, there, my dear, I did not mean to be harsh.  What you told me was such a shock—­such a surprise, and marriage is such a grave and sacred thing.”

“I know it,” sobbed Honora.

“And you are very young.”

“Yes, Mrs. Holt.”

“And it happened in my house.”

“No,” said Honora, “it happened—­near the golf course.”

Mrs. Holt smiled, and wiped her eyes.

“I mean, my dear, that I shall always feel responsible for bringing you together—–­for your future happiness.  That is a great deal.  I could have wished that you both had taken longer to reflect, but I hope with all my heart that you will be happy.”

Honora lifted up a tear-stained face.

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