He said this to himself sincerely, yet he was human, and behind all was
the consciousness that in this bad business there was at least the
consolation that he should be face to face with Berenice. If
humiliation was doubly bitter by being wrought through his love, at
least his love might find some scanty comfort in the very means of his
humiliation.
When the hour for exercise, four in the afternoon, came, Maurice set
out on his mission. He had blushed at himself in the mirror for the
solicitude with which he regarded his image, but he had tried to
believe that this arose only from a disinterested anxiety to appear at
his best in behalf of the object which he was sent to accomplish.
Miss Morison was living with Mrs. Frostwinch, and as Maurice walked
buoyantly along, forgetting his errand and only remembering that he was
to see her, he recalled how on the day when they had first met he had
walked home with her from Mrs. Gore's. He recalled the pretty, willful
turn of her head and the saucy side-glance of her eyes, the proud curve
of her neck, the color on her cheeks delicate as the first peach-
blossom in spring.
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