But who would ever have supposed that there could be real Cecil Fenwick who had lived in Blakely ? I never heard of such a coincidence . '' `` It 's more than a coincidence , '' said Mr. Fenwick decidedly . `` It 's predestination ; that is what it is . And now let 's forget it and talk of something else . '' We talked of something else -- or at least Mr. Fenwick did , for I was too ashamed to say much -- so long that Nancy got restive and clumped through the hall every five minutes ; but Mr. Fenwick never took the hint . When he finally went away he asked if he might come again . `` It 's time we made up that old quarrel , you know , '' he said , laughing . And I , an old maid of forty , caught myself blushing like a girl . But I felt like a girl , for it was such a relief to have that explanation all over . I could n't even feel angry with Adella Gilbert . She was always a mischief maker , and when a woman is born that way she is more to be pitied than blamed . I wrote a poem in the blank book before I went to sleep ; I had n't written anything for a month , and it was lovely to be at it once more . Mr. Fenwick did come again -- the very next evening , but one . And he came so often after that that even Nancy got resigned to him . One day I had to tell her something . I shrank from doing it , for I feared it would make her feel badly . `` Oh , I 've been expecting to hear it , '' she said grimly . `` I felt the minute that man came into the house he brought trouble with him . Well , Miss Charlotte , I wish you happiness .
I do n't know how the climate of California will agree XXXXX me , but I suppose I 'll have to put up with it . ''
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