If she chooses to do what you and I
think foolish we will not follow her example. You may talk to
me, Madelon, as much as ever you please. I should like to hear
about your father, for I know how often you think of him. Now,
will you go back to the ball-room? I give you leave to dance
now," he added, smiling.
She did not move nor answer, but she looked up at him with a
sudden change in her face, and he saw that she was trembling.
"What is it now, Madelon?" he said.
"You are so good," she said. "When I am unhappy, you always
comfort me--it has always been so----"
"Do I comfort you?" said Graham--"why, that is good news,
Madelon."
"Ah! yes," she cried, in her impulsive way, "you have always
been good to me--how can I forget it? That night when papa
died, and I was so unhappy all alone--and since then, how
often--"
Graham turned away, and walked twice up and down the room.
There was a distant sound of music, and footsteps, and voices,
but people had drifted away into the ball-room again, and they
were alone. He came back to where Madelon was sitting.
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