"
"Well, you most certainly are not going with me: I am going with
Harriet."
"Anna!"
"If I do not, who will? Now what I want you to do is to pay
Harriet some attention after I arrive with her. I shall take her
into supper, because if you took her in, she would never get any.
But suppose that after supper you strolled carelessly up to us--you
know how men do--and asked her to take a turn with you."
"What kind of a turn in Heaven's name?"
"Well, suppose you took her out into the yard--to one of those
little rustic seats of Marguerite's--and sat there with her for
half an hour--in the darkest place you could possibly find. And I
want you to try to hold her hand."
"Why, Anna, what on earth--"
"Now don't you suppose Harriet would let you do it," she said
indignantly. "But what I want her to have is the pleasure of
refusing: it would be such a triumph. It would make her happy for
days: it might lengthen her life a little."
"What effect do you suppose it would have on mine?"
His face softened as he mused on the kind of woman his sister was.
"Now don't you try to do anything else," she added severely. "I
don't like your expression."
He laughed outright: "What do you suppose I'd do?"
"I don't suppose you'd do anything; but don't you do it!"
Miss Anna's invitation to Harriet had been written some days before.
She had sent down to the book-store for ten cents' worth of tinted
note paper and to the drugstore for some of Harriet's favorite
sachet powder.
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