“Well, you shall not die; that is, if being alone with me will save you.”

 

“I have so much to say to you.  And if you have any true friendship in you, you also will have so much to say to me.”

 

Miss Garrow perhaps had no true friendship in her at that moment, for she would gladly have avoided saying anything, had that been possible.  But in order to prove that she was not deficient¹ in friendship, she gave her friend her hand.

 

“And now tell me everything about Godfrey,” said Isabella.

 

“Dear Bella, I have nothing to tell;—literally nothing.”

 

“That is nonsense.  Stop a moment, dear, and understand that I do not mean to offend you.  It cannot be that you have nothing to tell, if you choose to tell it.  You are not the girl to have accepted Godfrey without loving him, nor is he the man to have asked you without loving you.  When you write me word that you have changed your mind, as you might about a dress, of course I know you have not told me all.  Now I insist upon knowing it,—that is, if we are to be friends.  I would not speak a word to Godfrey till I had seen you, in order that I might hear your story first.”

 

“Indeed, Bella, there is no story to tell.”

 

“Then I must ask him.”

 

“If you wish to play the part of a true friend to me, you will let the matter pass by and say nothing.  You must understand that, circumstanced as we are, your brother’s visit here,—what I mean is, that it is very difficult for me to act and speak exactly as I should do, and a few unfortunate words spoken may make my position unendurable.”

 

“Will you answer me one question?”

 

“I cannot tell.  I think I will.”

 

“Do you love him?”  For a moment or two Bessy remained silent, striving to arrange her words so that they should contain no falsehood, and yet betray no truth.  “Ah, I see you do,” continued Miss Holmes.  “But of course you do.  Why else did you accept him?”

 

“I fancied that I did, as young ladies do sometimes fancy.”

 

“And will you say that you do not, now?”  Again Bessy was silent, and then her friend rose from her seat.  “I see it all,” she said.  “What a pity it was that you both had not some friend like me by you at the time!  But perhaps it may not be too late.”

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