Chapter XXII. Disheartening Confidences
Under a renewed impulse of loyalty Graydon intercepted Miss Wildmere as she was going to her room, and said: "The clouds in the west are all breaking away--they ever do, you know, if one has patience. We can still have our drive and enjoy it all the more from hope deferred." "I'm so sorry," she began, in some embarrassment. "Of course I couldn't know last night that it would rain in the morning, and so promised Mr. Arnault this afternoon." "It seems as if it would ever be hope deferred to me, Miss Wildmere," he said, gravely. "But, Graydon, you must see how it is--" "No, I don't see, but I yield, as usual." "I promise you Sunday afternoon or the first clear day," she exclaimed, eagerly. "Very well," he replied, brightening. "Remember I shall be a Shylock with this bond." But he was i
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