Suddenly the bushes beside her rustled. "Forgive me," he
said hoarsely. She looked up and saw his red honest
eyes. "I behaved like a brute. Good-by, Lucy! I never
loved any woman but you, and I never will."
"Stay, stay!" she cried.
He heard her, but he did not come back.
CHAPTER VIII
Lucy was silent and dejected for a day or two, being
filled with pity for Mr. Perry's ruined life. But when
she saw his name in a list of outgoing passengers on the
Paris her heart gave a bound of relief. Nothing more
could now be done. That chapter was closed. There had
been no other chapter of moment in her life, she told
herself sternly. Now, all the clouds had cleared away.
It was a new day. She would begin again.
So she put on new clothes, none of which she had ever
worn before, and tied back her curly hair with a fresh
white ribbon, and came down to breakfast singing gayly.
Miss Vance gave her her roll and milk in silence, and
frowning importantly, drew out a letter.
"Lucy, I have just received a communication from Prince
Wolfburgh. He is in Bozen."
"Here!" Lucy started up, glancing around like a chased
hare.
Then she sat down again and waited. There was no other
chapter, and the book was so blank!
"His coming is very opportune," she said presently,
gently.
"Oh! do YOU think so, my dear? Really! Well, I always
have liked the young man. So simple. So secure of his
social position. The Wolfburghs, I find, go back to the
eleventh century.
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