You have forgiven me, I know,
for the manner in which I addressed you. I had seen your eyes and
the temptation was great--very great.
It is dawn in the garden now and London is beginning to stir. So
this time it is--good morning, my lady.
THE STRAWBERRY MAN.
CHAPTER IV
It is hardly necessary to intimate that this letter came as
something of a shock to the young woman who received it. For the
rest of that day the many sights of London held little interest for
her--so little, indeed, that her perspiring father began to see
visions of his beloved Texas; and once hopefully suggested an early
return home. The coolness with which this idea was received plainly
showed him that he was on the wrong track; so he sighed and sought
solace at the bar.
That night the two from Texas attended His Majesty's Theater, where
Bernard Shaw's latest play was being performed; and the witty
Irishman would have been annoyed to see the scant attention one
lovely young American in the audience gave his lines. The American
in question retired at midnight, with eager thoughts turned toward
the morning.
And she was not disappointed. When her maid, a stolid Englishwoman,
appeared at her bedside early Saturday she carried a letter, which
she handed over, with the turned-up nose of one who aids but does
not approve.
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