Part Two
Chapter 19: Lying to Mr. Emerson
(continued)
"After you left Florence--horrible. Then we took the house here,
and he goes bathing with your brother, and became better. You saw
him bathing?"
"I am so sorry, but it is no good discussing this affair. I am
deeply sorry about it."
"Then there came something about a novel. I didn't follow it at
all; I had to hear so much, and he minded telling me; he finds me
too old. Ah, well, one must have failures. George comes down
to-morrow, and takes me up to his London rooms. He can't bear to
be about here, and I must be where he is."
"Mr. Emerson," cried the girl, "don't leave at least, not on my
account. I am going to Greece. Don't leave your comfortable
house."
It was the first time her voice had been kind and he smiled. "How
good every one is! And look at Mr. Beebe housing me--came over
this morning and heard I was going! Here I am so comfortable with
a fire."
"Yes, but you won't go back to London. It's absurd."
"I must be with George; I must make him care to live, and down
here he can't. He says the thought of seeing you and of hearing
about you--I am not justifying him: I am only saying what has
happened."
"Oh, Mr. Emerson"--she took hold of his hand-- "you mustn't. I've
been bother enough to the world by now. I can't have you moving
out of your house when you like it, and perhaps losing money
through it--all on my account. You must stop! I am just going to
Greece."
"All the way to Greece?"
Her manner altered.
"To Greece?"
"So you must stop. You won't talk about this business, I know. I
can trust you both."
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