Certainly Stanley
had ground for his feeling that he deserved and got liking
for himself. The three sat in the library for perhaps
half an hour, then Mrs. Brindley rose to leave the
other two alone. Mildred urged her to stay--Mildred
who had been impatient of her presence when Stanley
was announced. Urged her to stay in such a tone that
Cyrilla could not persist, but had to sit down again.
As the three talked on and on, Mildred continued to
picture life with Stanley--continued the vivid picturing
she had begun within ten minutes of Stanley's entering,
the picturing that had caused her to insist on Cyrilla's
remaining as chaperon. A young girl can do no such
picturing as Mildred could not avoid doing. To the
young girl married life, its tete-a-tetes, its intimacies,
its routine, are all a blank. Any attempt she makes to
fill in details goes far astray. But Mildred, with Stanley
there before her, could see her life as it would be.
Toward half-past ten, Stanley said, shame-faced and
pleading, ``Mildred, I should like to see you alone for
just a minute before I go.
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