I do not
know--I have no one to ask."
"Do you think," said he, after a pause, "that you would forget me, if
you were to remain two years in England while I was in America?"
She regarded him for a moment with those large, true eyes of hers; and
she did not answer in words.
"There is another way; but--it is asking too much," he said.
"What is it?" she said, calmly.
"I was thinking," he said, with some hesitation, "that if I could bribe
Madame Potecki to leave her music-lessons--and take charge of you--and
bring you to America--and you and she might live there until you are
twenty-one--but I see it is impossible. It is too selfish. I should not
have thought of it. What are two years, Natalie?"
The girl answered nothing; she was thinking deeply. When she next spoke,
it was about Lord Evelyn, and of the probability of his crossing to the
States, and remaining there for a year or two; and she wanted to know
more about the great country beyond the seas, and what was Philadelphia
like.
Well, it was not to be expected that these two, so busy with their own
affairs, were likely to notice much that was passing around them, as the
forenoon sped rapidly away, and Natalie had to think of getting home
again.
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