By the lord Harry!
that's a way out of it that never struck me before!" With that thought
in his heart he turned back again to his half-finished letter to Julius.
For once in his life he was strongly, fiercely agitated. For once in
his life he was daunted--and that by his Own Thought! He had written to
Julius under a strong sense of the necessity of gaining time to delude
Anne into leaving Scotland before he ventured on paying his addresses to
Mrs. Glenarm. His letter contained a string of clumsy excuses, intended
to delay his return to his brother's house. "No," he said to himself, as
he read it again. "Whatever else may do--_this_ won't!" He looked round
once more at Arnold, and slowly tore the letter into fragments as he
looked.)
In the mean time Blanche had not done yet. "No," she said, when Arnold
proposed an adjournment to the garden; "I have something more to say,
and you are interested in it, this time." Arnold resigned himself to
listen, and worse still to answer, if there was no help for it, in the
character of an innocent stranger who had never been near the Craig
Fernie inn.
"Well," Blanche resumed, "and what do you think has come of my letter to
Anne?"
"I'm sure I don't know.
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