Now this letter might have disappointed another girl, but not Angelica.
She didn’t at all mind its being so little lover-like, so much concerned
with Eddie and his feelings, and so little concerned with herself. She
was, in fact, very proud that such a learned and serious young man as
Eddie should write to her at all. She was overjoyed, exultant, to see
that he still wanted her--with a sort of humility in her joy quite
unusual in her.
"I won’t disappoint him ever again!" she cried. "I’ll do my very best.
I’ll just _live_ for him! And if it’s like a dream of heaven to him,"
she reflected, "so it is to me. I’ve suffered, too. It couldn’t have
been much worse for any one, anywhere. Oh, won’t it be heaven to be
_safe_--to be his wife, and settled there at Buena Vista, and rich, and
every one looking up to me? A motor-car of my own, and lovely clothes,
and a beautiful room! I’ll have Miss Sillon and Miss Devery out to see
me."
She looked at herself in the mirror.
"I’m getting to look refined," she thought; "not factory any more. When
I can have real grand clothes, I’ll be _beautiful_! Vincent said I lost
heaven when I stopped loving him," she reflected. "Well, I’ll get it
back again, with Eddie!"