Rank and position like yours might frighten some lovers--they do
not daunt me. You will not let them stand between us. You can
not, after the promises you uttered.
"Beatrice, my voyage has been a successful one; I am not a rich
man, but I have enough to gratify every wish to your heart. I
will take you away to sunny lands over the sea where life shall
be so full of happiness that you will wish it never to end.
"I wait your commands. Rumor tells me Lord Earl is a strange,
disappointed man. I will not yet call upon you at your own home;
I shall await your reply at Brookfield. Write at once, Beatrice,
and tell me how and when I may meet you. I will go anywhere, at
any time. Do not delay--my heart hungers and thirsts for one
glance of your peerless face. Appoint an hour soon. How shall I
live until it comes? Until then think of me as
"Your devoted lover, Hugh Fernely.
"Address Post Office, Brookfield."
She read every word carefully and then slowly turned the letter
over and read it again. Her white lips quivered with indignant
passion. How dared he presume so far? His love! Ah, if Hubert
Airlie could have read those words! Fernely's love! She loathed
him; she hated, with fierce, hot hatred, the very sound of his
name.
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