The Third Miss St Quentin

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Mrs. Molesworth

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2017

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“Ella,” he repeated, and with gentle force he turned her head, so that she had to look at him. She was crying.

Philip changed his tone.

“Ella,” he said gravely, “I don’t think this is fair upon me. Any one to see you, as you are now, would not believe that you were happy in what you have just promised. Are you regretting it already? – if so – ”

Ella melted at once.

“Oh, no, no! You know it is not that,” she said. “How could I? I have only just told you how I care for you. I care for you dreadfully, Philip. But it is just that that makes me so unhappy – so frightened that it is only, or mostly that you pity me. I never dreamt that I was poor. I wish, I do wish they had told me.”

“It was done with the best and purest motives,” Sir Philip answered quietly. “But, Ella, how can you say such things? The very breath of them spoils it all – all our pretty romance. Why, my darling, if you had been a great heiress like your sisters it would have lost all its charm; you would not have been what you are – my fairy princess, my Cinderella!”

And Ella looked up smiling again among her tears.

“Let us go and tell them all,” she said. “Madelene and my father. And oh, Philip, dear godmother! It was she after all – a great deal certainly was her doing. For if we hadn’t met first as we did, perhaps – who knows? – perhaps you would never have taken such a fancy to me?”

“Who knows?” said Philip teasingly. “There is one thing I must get out of granny, Ella. I shall insist on your being married in those little old slippers.”

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