Ill she felt in very truth.
Hugh would be pacified for a time if he saw Lillian. She could
think of no other arrangement. That evening she would tell her
sister--there was rest even in the thought.
Long before dinner Lady Helena came in search of Beatrice--it
was high time, she said, that orders should be sent to London for
her trousseau, and the list must be made out at once.
She sat calmly in Lady Helena's room, writing in obedience to her
words, thinking all the time how she should tell Lillian, how
best make her understand the deadly error committed, yet save
herself as much as she could. Lady Earle talked of laces and
embroidery, of morning dresses and jewels, while Beatrice went
over in her mind every word of her confession.
"That will do," said Lady Earle, with a smile; "I have been very
explicit, but I fear it has been in vain. Have you heard
anything I have said, Beatrice?"
She blushed, and looked so confused that Lady Helena said,
laughingly:
"You may go--do not be ashamed. Many years ago I was just as
much in love myself, and just as unable to think of anything else
as you are now.
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