"Say no more about it," said he, "and I'll forgive you."
"Forgive me, you little wretch!" cried Julia. "Why, haven't you the
sense to see that it is serious this time, and my patience is exhausted,
and that our engagement is broken off, and I never mean to see you
again--except when you come to my wedding?"
"Your wedding!" cried Percy, turning pale. "With whom?"
"That's my business; you leave that to me, sir. Hold out your hand--both
hands; here is the ancestral bracelet--it shall pinch me no longer,
neither my wrist nor my heart; here's the brooch you gave me--I won't be
pinned to it any longer, nor to you neither; and there is your bunch of
charms; and there is your bundle of love-letters--stupid ones they are;"
and she crammed all the aforesaid treasures into his hands one after the
other. So this was what she went to her room for.
Percy looked down on his handful ruefully. "My very letters! There was no
jealousy in them; they were full of earnest love."
"Fuller of bad spelling," said the relentless girl.
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