Her Faithful Knight — page 179: what you’re looking at

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For Phyllis’ Sake. 175 equanimity ; but that kiss made her for the time absolutely hate him; nor would she exchange one word with him during two or three days that followed. At last, on the Wednesday of the Plymouth week, Mr. Jack Wyverley, dispatched by his friend and manager on a very important mission to Miss Dorothy Knight’s lodgings, found her painting materials ready on the table of her sitting-room, but the lady herself absent. She had gone, so the landlady informed him, to make a pencil sketch of the shipping in the harbor from the Hoe. And here Jack Wyverley found her seated, not far from Drake’s statue, not sketching, but staring out to sea with a troubled look in her brilliant, gray-green eyes. It was still early in the forenoon, and there was no one else in sight. It was an admirable opportunity for accomplishing his errand, and Jack Wyverley grinned and showed his handsome white teeth as he took his place on the bench beside her, after raising his hat and bidding her good-morning. “T have come as an ambassador,” he began cheerfully. “Oh! From Mr. Darcy, I suppose?” she said coldly.” “Yes. But I want to talk business. It isn’t necessary for me to say he adores you, and is simply dying for love of you, because you know it.” “T have heard all about it,” she returned wearily, “and I don’t want to hear any more. And if you are going to talk business, Mr. Wyverley, I will tell you this frankly —that I know quite well it would be to my interest to marry Mr. Derrick, but that I have tried hard to love him sufficiently, and I simply can’t.” “He doesn’t hope for your love yet. Though you must be awfully hard-hearted, I think, Miss Knight, not to be sorry for him.” “Yes. But we don’t love people just because we are sorry for them.” Eomichbooks (S@)