His guesses were pretty shrewd; that is, admitting he
did not know who Mary was, which she at least supposed was the case.
So Mary wept that night and moaned and moaned because she had gone to
Grouche's. It had added infinitely to the pain of which her heart was
already too full, and made her thoroughly wretched and unhappy. As
usual though, with the blunders of stubborn, self-willed people, some
one else had to pay the cost of her folly. Brandon was paymaster in
this case, and when you see how dearly he paid, and how poorly she
requited the debt, I fear you will despise her. Wait, though! Be not
hasty. The right of judgment belongs to--you know whom. No man knows
another man's heart, much less a woman's, so how can he judge? We
shall all have more than enough of judging by and by. So let us put
off for as many to-morrows as possible the thing that should be left
undone to-day.
_CHAPTER IX_
_Put not your Trust in Princesses_
I thought the king's dance that night would never end, so fond were
the Frenchmen of our fair ladies, and I was more than anxious to see
Brandon and learn the issue of the girls' escapade, as I well knew the
danger attending it.
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