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How infinitely petty her past misery seemed now! for what trifles she had thrown away George’s honest heart! If only there was a chance still! at least false pride should not come between them any longer: so thought Ella on her way to the drawing-room. George was still there; as she turned the door-handle she heard her mother’s clear resonant tones. ‘Not that that is any excuse for Ella,’ she was saying.

Ella burst precipitately into the room. She was only just in time, for George had risen and was evidently on the point of leaving. ‘George,’ she exclaimed, panting after her rapid flight, ‘I–I came to tell you—-‘

‘My dear Ella,’ interrupted Mrs. Hylton, ‘the kindest thing you can do for George now is to let him go without any more explanations.’

Ella stopped; again her mind became a blank. What had she come for; what was it she felt she must say? While she hesitated, George was already at the other door; he seemed anxious to avoid hearing her; in another second he would be gone.

She cried to him piteously. ‘George, dear George, don’t leave me!… I can’t bear it!’

‘This is too ridiculous!’ exclaimed her mother angrily. ‘What is it that you do want, Ella?’

‘I want George,’ she said simply. ‘It was all a mistake, George. Flossie mistook—- Oh, you don’t really think that I have left off caring for you? I haven’t, dear, indeed I haven’t–won’t you believe me?’

‘I had better leave you to come to an understanding together,’ said Mrs. Hylton, not in the best of tempers, for she had been more sorry for George than for the rupture he came to announce, and she swept out of the room with very perceptible annoyance.

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‘I thought it was all up with me, Ella; I did indeed,’ said George, a minute or two later, his face still pale after all this emotion. ‘But tell me–what’s wrong with the furniture I ordered?’

‘Nothing, dear, nothing,’ she answered, blushing. ‘Don’t think about it any more.’

‘No? But your mother was talking about it too,’ he insisted. ‘Come, Ella, dear, for heaven’s sake let us have no more misunderstandings! I see now what an ass I was not to wait and let you choose for yourself; these aesthetic things are not in my line. But I’d no idea you’d care so much!’

‘But I don’t now–a bit.’

‘Well, I do, then. And the house must be done all over again, and exactly as you would like it; so there’s no more to be said about it,’ said George, without a trace of pique or wounded vanity.

‘George, you are too good to me; I don’t deserve it. And indeed you must not–think of the expense!’

His face lengthened slightly; he knew well enough that the change would cost him dear.

‘I’ll manage it somehow,’ he declared stoutly.

Would her mother help them now? thought Ella, and felt more than doubtful. No, in spite of her own wishes, she must not allow George to carry out his intentions.

‘But you forget Carrie and Jessie,’ she said; ‘we shall hurt their feelings so if we change now.’

‘By Jove! I forgot that,’ he said. ‘Yes, they won’t like it–they meant well, poor girls, and took a lot of trouble. Still, you’re the first person to be considered, Ella. I’ll try and smooth it over with them, and if they choose to be offended, why, they must–that’s all. And I tell you what. Suppose we go and see the house now, and you shall tell me just what wants doing to make it right?’

She would have liked to decline this rather invidious office, especially as she felt no compromise to be possible; but he was so urgent that she finally agreed to go with him.

As they gained Campden Hill and the road in which their house stood, George stopped. ‘Hullo!’ he said, ‘that can’t be the house–what’s the matter with it?’