Three days passed before Henry was able to visit Agnes again.
In that time, the little cloud between them had entirely passed away.
Agnes received him with even more than her customary kindness.
She was in better spirits than usual. Her letter to Mrs. Stephen
Westwick had been answered by return of post; and her proposal had
been joyfully accepted, with one modification. She was to visit
the Westwicks for a month--and, if she really liked teaching the children,
she was then to be governess, aunt, and cousin, all in one--
and was only to go away in an event which her friends in Ireland
persisted in contemplating, the event of her marriage.
'You see I was right,' she said to Henry.
He was still incredulous. 'Are you really going?' he asked.
'I am going next week.'
'When shall I see you again?'
'You know you are always welcome at your brother's house.
You can see me when you like.' She held out her hand. 'Pardon me
for leaving you--I am beginning to pack up already.'
Henry tried to kiss her at parting. She drew back directly.
'Why not? I am your cousin,' he said.
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