Whatever his father does, Theo in the long run
thinks right, and he, too, will forgive us.
"Then there is poor Felicite. She has been very kind to me, but she has
been stupid and over-self-confident, and I cannot consider her. I must
consider him. She will suffer and I am indeed sorry, poor soul, but
he--he shall be happy. So good-bye, Pam. Remember your own father and
mother, and understand. We go to Paris by the eleven o'clock train
to-morrow, and thence--to Arcadia, as your people used to say. My love
to you. "Brigit."
Re-reading this letter, which she was far too self-engrossed to consider
selfish, Brigit addressed it.
Then she looked over her clothes, packed them in three boxes, one of
which she labelled, "To be called for," the other two of which were to
go with her.
It was long after one when she had finished her work and sat down to
rest. She was not tired, nor did she feel any special excitement. It had
happened, that was all, and it seemed to her that she had always
foreseen this night, with its letter writing and packing.
To-morrow at this time they, she and Victor, would be in Paris. And then
they would go--where-ever he chose.
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