Anyhow, I did. And no one a bit the worse. Bertie is
equal to a dozen _duennas_, as everyone knows."
"Don't you really care, I wonder?" said Mrs. St. Orme, with wondering
eyes on the animated face.
"Why should I, dear?" laughed the girl, dropping upon a hassock at her
side. "I am my own mistress. I have a little money, and--considering
I am only twenty-four--quite a lot of wisdom. As to being Viscountess
Merrivale, I will say it fascinated me a little--just at first, you know.
And the poor old pater was so respectful I couldn't help enjoying myself.
But the gilt soon wore off the gingerbread, and I really couldn't enjoy
what was left. I said to myself, 'My dear, that man has the makings of a
hectoring bully. You must cut yourself loose at once if you don't want to
develop into that most miserable of all creatures, a down-trodden wife.'
So after our little tiff of the day before yesterday I sent the notice
off forthwith. And--you observe--it has taken effect. The tyrant hasn't
been near."
"You really mean to say the engagement wasn't actually broken off before
you sent it?" said Mrs. St. Orme, looking shocked.
"It didn't occur to either of us," said Hilary, looking down with a
smile at the corners of her mouth. "He chose to take exception to my
being seen riding in the park with Mr. Fletcher. And I took exception to
his interference. Not that I like Mr.
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