Lucinda by Antonio Hope — Read

ON the way home I made Waldo promise not to tell about our engagement till I agreed. He did promise, but I think he must have given a pretty strong hint at home. There was such a wonderful absence of awkward references or questions. My mother never spoke of Arsenio; Aunt Bertha refrained from comment when it became known that Mr. Frost and his daughter had suddenly gone on a holiday, yachting-at the very beginning of what would have been Nina's first season! And Sir Paget, besides petting me more than ever, began to talk to me as if I had a proprietorial interest in Cragsfoot. Waldo himself was very gentle and patient with me; he felt that he had ‘rushed' me, I think, and was anxious not to frighten me. I believe that the possibility of something like what did in the end happen was always at the back of his mind; he never felt secure. There was always Arsenio; and I was-unaccountable! So he soothed and smoothed me, and let me put off the announcement of the engagement for nearly six months. We weren't at Cragsfoot all that time, but coming and going between there and London. Mother took the Mount Street flat then; my opinion was-and is-that Sir Paget or Waldo paid for it. But, whether in town or country, Waldo and I were meeting all the time.

"I didn't announce the engagement because I didn't want to burn my boats; and then I did agree to announce it because I did want to burn my boats! That was the kind of person I was then-at all events, the kind of condition I was in. I had got over my fears almost entirely.