When at last he had released her, and in words of at once triumphant and
humble adoration, had made her an offer of marriage, she had felt it an
absurd anti-climax to a very delicious and, even in her well-stored
memory, a unique experience.
And now she remembered the last time a man had kissed her. It was quite
a little while ago, on the day she had taken possession of The Trellis
House. Of course Captain Tremaine had tipped the guard so that they
should have a carriage to themselves. But she had been uncomfortably
aware that he was half-ashamed of himself--that he remembered, all the
time, that she was a newly-made widow.
Somehow Jack Tosswill hadn't remembered that. Jack hadn't thought of it.
But oh! how absurd he had been when his first rapture was over. Without
even waiting for an answer to his proposal, he had coolly suggested they
should wait till he had made a start at the Bar! At last she had managed
to make him listen to her plea that, till a year had elapsed, she could
not think of re-marriage. And he had believed her!
All at once she told herself, a little ruefully, that she had perhaps
been foolish; that this affair, slight and altogether unimportant as it
was, might become a tiresome complication.
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