Or maybe she would tell someone. Boss Daddy, perhaps. He’d want to know why I wouldn’t want to marry his daughter. She’d have to tell him the real reason…
No, I need to leave. Now. Tonight.
Once my mind is made up, I breathe a little easier. Then I stop in mid-step, a few feet from Boss Daddy’s study. I can’t leave tonight; I’ll have to wait for the next train, which will come through on Wednesday. Two days’ time. I could still talk to Miss Lucille before then…
And accomplish what, exactly?
Well, at least I could tell her I’m leaving. It’d be better than just running out on her.
But better how? Miss Lucille is used to getting her way. She wants to marry me and so she will, regardless of my thoughts on the matter. The fact that I care for her only makes this all the more worse. If I werea man, I would marry her in a second; I’d sweep her up in my arms and rush down to the chapel today. I would love to spend the rest of my life with her.
Which makes this hurt all the more.