have me. And this latter is a thing I 've been trying to say to you every time I met you, Mary acushla, and no sooner do the words come to my lips than some doddering fool interrupts us; but now, my darling, we are alone together, in that lover's paradise which is always typified by a locked door, and at last I can say the things "
Just here, as I mentioned the word "door," there came a rap at it, and Lady Mary started as if some one had fired a gun.
"Your ladyship," said the butler, "I cannot find the key. Shall I send for a locksmith?"
"Oh, no," said Lady Mary, "do not take the trouble. I have letters to write, and do not wish to be disturbed until my mother returns."
"Very good, your ladyship," returned the butler, and he walked away.
"A locksmith!" said Lady Mary, looking across the table at me.
"Love laughs at them," said I.
Lady Mary smiled very sweetly, but shook her head.
"This is not a time for laughter," she said, "but for seriousness. Now, I cannot risk your staying here longer, so will tell you what I have to say as quickly as possible. Your repeatedly interrupted declaration I take for truth, because the course of true love never did run smooth. Therefore, if you want me, you must keep the papers."
At this I hastily took the bundle from the table and thrust it in my pocket, which action made Lady Mary smile again.
"Have you read them?" she asked.
"I have not."
