It was only the other day I assured him there was nothing of the kind on foot; and I told him then I would inform him at once if I saw any symptoms.' Cynthia looked extremely annoyed.'It was the one thing I stipulated for - secrecy.' 'But why?' said Mr Gibson.'I can understand your not wishing to have it made public under the present circumstances.But the nearest friends on both sides! Surely you can have no objection to that?' 'Yes, I have,' said Cynthia; 'I would not have had any one know if I could have helped it.' 'I am almost certain Roger will tell his father.' 'No, he won't,' said Cynthia; 'I made him promise, and I think he is one to respect a promise' - with a glance at her mother, who, feeling herself in disgrace with both husband and child, was keeping a judicious silence.'Well, at any rate, the story would come with so much better a grace from him that I shall give him the chance; I won't go over to the Hall till the end of the week; he may have written and told his father before then.' Cynthia held her tongue for a little while.Then she said, with tearful pettishness, - 'A man's promise is to override a woman's wish then, is it?' 'I don't see any reason why it should not.' 'Will you trust in my reasons when I tell you it will cause me a great deal of distress if it gets known?' She said this in so pleading a voice, that if Mr Gibson had not been thoroughly displeased and annoyed by his previous conversation with her mother, he must have yielded to her.As it was, he said coldly, - 'Telling Roger's father is not making it public.
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