Red Hair

Originally titled The Vicissitudes of Evangeline.l the time for speech should come. Won't you have some more tea?" He looked at me very straightly, almost angrily, for an instant; presently, with a sigh of relief, he said, half laughing: "Then we are agreed; we need say no more about it!" "No more," I answered; and I smiled, too, although a rage of anger was clutching my throat. I do not know who I was angry with--Mrs. Carruthers for procuring this situation, Christopher for being insensible to my charms, or myself for ever having contemplated for a second the possibility of his doing otherwise. Why, when one thinks of it calmly, should he want to marry me, a penniless adventuress with green eyes and red hair that he had never seen before in his life? I hoped he thought I was a person of naturally high color, because my cheeks from the moment I began to dress had been burning and burning. It might have given him the idea the scene was causing me some emotion, and that he should never know! He took some more tea, but he did not dr