All her sensations were confused. Only one resolution was firm in her
mind. Whether he wished it or not, they should never be on the terms
they were before. It could only lead to the same ending--to unhappiness.
No; after all these years of separation, Edith would be his friend, and
only his friend. Of that she was resolved.
CHAPTER XI
'Lady Conroy,' said Bruce thoughtfully, at breakfast next day, 'is a
very strict Roman Catholic.'
Bruce was addicted to volunteering information, and making unanswerable
remarks.
Madame Frabelle said to Edith in a low, earnest tone:
'Pass me the butter, dear,' and looked attentively at Bruce.
'I sometimes think I shouldn't mind being one myself,' Bruce continued;
'I should rather like to eat fish on Fridays.'
'But you like eating fish on Thursdays,' said Edith.
'And Mr Ottley never seems to care very much for meat.'
'Unless it's particularly well cooked--in a particular way,' said Edith.
'Fasts,' said Madame Frabelle rather pompously, 'are meant for people
who like feasts.'
'How true!' He gave her an admiring glance.
'I should not mind confessing, either,' continued Bruce, 'I think I
should rather like it.
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