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“‘Very soon her health began to fail, and this went on for some time, and nothing did her any good. At last she took to her bed. It seemed to me the weaker and thinner she got the more beautiful she became, and I did everything I could for her, which, of course, was not any good. I remember very well that at this time she never lectured me about anything; but she sometimes mentioned Rebecca Hendricks, always to the effect that she was a very strange girl, and that she could not help thinking her husband, if she ever got one, would be a man who ought to be pitied. I think she was afraid I might marry her; but she need not have worried herself about that–I never had the slightest idea of any such nonsense.’ (‘But I had every reason to suppose you had such an idea,’ said Miss Amanda, ‘considering I thought you had tried to run away with her.’)

“‘Well,’ said the old gentleman, ‘there is not much more of the story. My Aunt Amanda died, and our family was in great grief for a long time; but none of them grieved as much as I did.’ (If Miss Amanda could have embraced her dear nephew John, she would have done so that minute.) ‘Then, greatly to our surprise, Randolph Castine suddenly came home. He had heard of my Aunt Amanda’s dangerous condition, and he had hurried back to see her and to tell her something before she died. He told my mother, to whom he confided everything, that he had been passionately in love with my Aunt Amanda for a long time, but that he had been so sure she was going to marry Mr. Bridges that he had never given her any reason to suppose he cared for her, which I said then, and I say now, was a very poor way of managing love business. If he had spoken, everything would have been all right, and my Aunt Amanda might have been living now; there are plenty of people who live to be ninety. I am positively sure, now, that she was just as much in love with him as he was with her.’

“Miss Amanda now suffered a great and sudden pain: she seemed to exist only in her memory of her great love for Randolph Castine, and in this present knowledge that he had loved her. Oh, why had she been told that in life she had been dreaming, and that only now she had come to know what had been real! Nothing that was said, nothing that was visible, impressed her consciousness just then; but presently some words of her nephew John forced themselves upon her attention.

“‘So she never knew, and he never knew, and two lives were ruined; and she died,’ the old gentleman continued, ‘my mother thought, as much from disappointed love as from anything else.’

“‘And what became of Mr. Castine?’ asked Mildred, who had been listening with tears in her eyes.

“‘He went away again,’ said her grandfather, ‘and stayed away a long time; and at last he married a very pleasant lady because he thought it was his duty, having such a fine estate, which ought to be lived on and enjoyed.’

“‘Did he have any children?’ asked Mildred.

“‘Yes; one daughter, who married a Mr. Berkeley of Queen Mary County. It was considered a good match.’

“‘Berkeley!’ exclaimed the young girl, moving so suddenly toward her grandfather that all the sweet peas in her lap fell suddenly to the ground. ‘Berkeley! Why, Arthur Berkeley comes from Queen Mary County! Do you mean he is the grandson of Mr. Castine?’

“‘Exactly; that is who he is,’ said the old gentleman.

“Mildred sat for a few minutes without saying a word, looking at the ground. ‘Grandpa,’ she said presently, ‘do you know I believe all the time my mind was made up, and I did not know it. And after what you have told me of Arthur Berkeley, grandpa, and your Aunt Amanda, I really think I know myself a great deal better than I did before; and if Arthur should ask me–that is, if he ever does–‘