"Lie down," he said, gently. "You're tired and bothered. Just lie
down and rest."
"Are we going away?" she asked, presently. "Have I got to get ready?"
He had promised her they would go away--and had not seen her since
that moment to tell her what had happened. Hilda would not let him go
to her that morning, so she was in ignorance of the change in his
condition, of his break with his family, and of the fact that he was
nothing but a boy with a job, dependent upon his wages. Until this
moment he had not thought how it might affect her; of her
disappointment, of the fact that she might have expected and looked
forward to the position he could give her as the wife of the heir
apparent to the Foote dynasty. ... It embarrassed him, shamed him as
a boy might be shamed who was unable to buy for his girl a trinket
she coveted at some country fair. Now she must be told, and she was
in no condition to bear disappointments.
"I promised you we should go away," he said, haltingly, "but--but I
can't manage it.
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