iteration　for　either　of　them；　〃I　told　her　to　come　in　the　morning；　if　she
  felt　like　it；　and　I　know　she　will。　　But　if　she　doesn't；　I　shall　say　there
  is　nothing　in　fate；　or　Providence　either。　　At　any　rate　I'm　going　to　stay
  here　and　keep　longing　for　her；　and　we'll　see　whether　there's　anything　in
  that　silly　theory　of　your　father's。　　I　don't　believe　there　is；〃　she　said；
  to　be　on　the　safe　side。
  Even　when　she　saw　Agatha　Triscoe　enter　the　park　gate　on　Rutherford　Place；
  she　saved　herself　from　disappointment　by　declaring　that　she　was　not
  coming　across　to　their　house。　　As　the　girl　persisted　in　coming　and
  coming；　and　at　last　came　so　near　that　she　caught　sight　of　Mrs。　March　at
  the　window　and　nodded；　the　mother　turned　ungratefully　upon　her　daughter；
  and　drove　her　away　to　her　own　room；　so　that　no　society　detail　should
  hinder　the　divine　chance。　　She　went　to　the　door　herself　when　Agatha　rang；
  and　then　she　was　going　to　open　the　way　into　the　parlor　where　March　was
  still　closeted　with　Burnamy；　and　pretend　that　she　had　not　known　they　were
  there。　　But　a　soberer　second　thought　than　this　prevailed；　and　she　told
  the　girl　who　it　was　that　was　within　and　explained　the　accident　of　his
  presence。　　〃I　think；〃　she　said　nobly；　〃that　you　ought　to　have　the　chance
  of　going　away　if　you　don't　wish　to　meet　him。〃
  The　girl；　with　that　heroic　precipitation　which　Mrs。　March　had　noted　in
  her　from　the　first　with　regard　to　what　she　wanted　to　do；　when　Burnamy　was
  in　question；　answered；　〃But　I　do　wish　to　meet　him；　Mrs。　March。〃
  While　they　stood　looking　at　each　other；　March　came　out　to　ask　his　wife　if
  she　would　see　Burnamy；　and　she　permitted　herself　so　much　stratagem　as　to
  substitute　Agatha；　after　catching　her　husband　aside　and　subduing　his
  proposed　greeting　of　the　girl　to　a　hasty　handshake。
  Half　an　hour　later　she　thought　it　time　to　join　the　young　people；　urged
  largely　by　the　frantic　interest　of　her　daughter。　　But　she　returned　from
  the　half…open　door　without　entering。　　〃I　couldn't　bring　myself　to　break
  in　on　the　poor　things。　　They　are　standing　at　the　window　together　looking
  over　at　St。　George's。〃
  Bella　silently　clasped　her　hands。　　March　gave　cynical　laugh；　and　said；
  〃Well　we　are　in　for　it；　my　dear。〃　　Then　he　added；　〃I　hope　they'll　take　us
  with　them　on　their　Silver　Wedding　Journey。〃
  THE　END