"Georgie"
over between us. I was too young to know my own mind when I made that promise and I feel that I can't in perfect honor go on being engaged to you, when I have promised to marry the curate next March. Forgive me, dear, if I have made you unhappy, and believe me,
Always your true friend,
I looked up from this effusion to poor Georgie's woeful face.
"Poor old boy," said I, "it is hard lines. I'm so sorry."
"It's a bit of a sickener, isn't it?" said Georgie. "And now Drusilla as well! Sort of hits a chap when he's down, don't you know. When I think of the way I've loved that girl—"
"Which?" said I quietly.
"Both of 'em," desperately. "So now you know."
"I'm very sorry for you," I murmured gravely.
He flushed and hesitated, then made a plunge. "Wait a bit," he cried, "Martin—I suppose I'd better tell you—"
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