Tell
Arthur so. He's good. He'll do what you ask him."
"Poor little Nina," and Edith's tears fell fast upon the bit of
paper. "I WILL see you to-day. Perhaps I may do you some good.
Dear, unfortunate Nina!"
There was a step upon the grass, and thrusting the note into her
pocket, Edith turned to meet Arthur, who seemed this morning
unusually cheerful and greeted her with something like his olden
tenderness. But Edith was too intent upon Nina to think much of
him, and after the lesson commenced, she appeared so abstracted
that it was Arthur's turn to ask if she were offended. She had
made herself believe she was, for notwithstanding Nina's assertion
that "Arthur was good," she thought it a sin and a shame for him
to keep any thing but a raving lunatic hidden away up stairs; and
after a moment's hesitation she answered, "Yes, I am offended, and
I don't mean to come here any more, unless---"
"Edith," and the tone of Arthur's voice was fraught with pain so
exquisite that Edith paused and looked into his face, where
various emotions were plainly visible.
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