Cheiron pictured things--John Derringham flattered and
courted by the world and surrounded by adoring woman, while Halcyone sat
at home in some quiet corner and received the scraps of his attentions
that were left.
No! decidedly he would have no hand in aiding the sorry affair.
So he used his influence and even a little cunning in preventing
Halcyone from writing to her lover. He was too ill yet to be troubled,
and she must wait until he should send some message to her.
"You do not want Mrs. Cricklander to read your letter, child," he said,
when she timidly suggested one day that it would seem kinder if she
wrote to say she was concerned at the accident to her old friend.--The
sad comedy was still kept up between them.--And Halcyone had stiffened.
No, indeed! not that! She was woman enough in spite of the ennobling and
broadening effects of her knowledge of nature, to feel the stab of
jealous pain, though she had resolutely crushed from her thoughts the
insinuation she had read of in the first notice of the disaster--about
Mrs. Cricklander's interest in her lover.
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