`` My dear child , you will die of ennui up here . Very nice for a week or so , but frightful for a winter . We are going to be very gay , and can not get on without you , '' cried Emily dismayed at the suggestion . `` You will have to , for I 'm not coming . I am very happy here , and so tired of the frivolous life I lead in town , that I have decided to try a better one , '' and Sophie 's mirror reflected a face full of the sweetest content . `` Have you lost your mind ? experienced religion ? or any other dreadful thing ? You always were odd , but this last freak is the strangest of all . What will your guardian say , and the world ? '' added Emily in the awe-stricken tone of one who stood in fear of the omnipotent Mrs. Grundy . `` Guardy will be glad to be rid of me , and I do n't care that for the world , '' cried Sophie , snapping her fingers with a joyful sort of recklessness which completed Emily 's bewilderment . `` But Mr. Hammond ? Are you going to throw away millions , lose your chance of making the best match in the city , and driving the girls of our set out of their wits with envy ? '' Sophie laughed at her friend 's despairing cry , and turning round said quietly , -- `` I wrote to Mr. Hammond last night , and this evening received my reward for being an honest girl . Saul and I are to be married in the spring when Ruth is . '' Emily fell prone upon the bed as if the announcement was too much for her , but was up again in an instant to declare with prophetic solemnity , -- `` I knew something was going on , but hoped to get you away before you were lost . Sophie , you will repent . Be warned , and forget this sad delusion . '' `` Too late for that .
The pang I suffered yesterday when I thought XXXXX was dead showed me how well I loved him .
Emily Grundy Guardy Hammond Ruth Saul Sophie ennui night week