Weaker than a Woman — page 107: what you’re looking at

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98 WEAKER THAN A WOMAN. said. - ‘T have often thought that I should like to chat with ou.’ se | shall be very pleased, ” answered Violet, little dream- ing of the mortification in store for her. ‘I wished to speak to you when we were at Garswood,” said Lady Rolfe, “but I found no opportunity. I think it only my duty, Miss Haye, to utter a few words of warning to you about Sir Owen.” Violet looked up proudly. “I do not think that there is the least need for such words, Lady Rolfe,” she replied. “T am truly glad to hear you say so. Sir Owen Chevenix is a wealthy man. I do not wish to say one unjust word against him, but [am quite correct in stating that he does not bear one of the best of reputations; he drinks, and— well, he has other faults which I must not name to you.” ‘TI do not see how this concerns me,” said Violet. “But Ido, Miss Haye. Pray listen to me.. You have a pretty face, and Sir Owen is always attracted by such. Yours is not the first by any means that he has admired.” “TI never supposed that it was,” said the girl, proudly. “That is right. If you understand the character of the man all is well, but, having a friendly interest in you, I was afraid that his flattery might mislead you.” “Tf she only knew the truth!” thought Violet. “If she could only guess that I have refused to be Lady Chevenix !” ‘“T am not alone in my ideas,” continued Lady Rolfe. “I heard many ladies at Garswood say what a pity it was that no one warned you. This is what I want to say to you, Miss Haye—and, believe me, real kindness dictates the words. You are engaged to marry a very honorable gentleman. Even though he be unfortunate, do not lose the substance for the shadow; do not give him up under the mistaken impression that Sir Owen will marry you. The difference in your rank and position is too great. He is simply amus- © ing himself with the prettiest face near him. Be warned in time—he will flirt with you, but he will never dream of marrying you.” “That is your ladyship’s opinion,” said Violet. “And the opinion of every one else who knows Sir Owen and who knows you,” added Lady Rolfe. “I assure you that many ladies have spoken to me about it, and have ex- pressed a great hope that you would not be misled by Sir Owen’s flattery and love of flirtation.” “Tf she knew all,” thought Violet—‘if she did but know !” And her beautiful face wore such a witching smile com chooks.