` There is to be a dance at The Springs Friday night . Are you invited , Ursula ? ' '' ` Yes . ' '' ` Good . I am not -- but I shall be there -- in the fir grove behind the house , with two horses . When the dancing is at its height you 'll steal out to meet me . Then 't is but a fifteen mile ride to Charlottetown , where a good minister , who is a friend of mine , will be ready to marry us . By the time the dancers have tired their heels you and I will be on our vessel , able to snap our fingers at fate . ' '' ` And what if I do not meet you in the fir grove ? ' said Ursula , a little impertinently . '' ` If you do not , I 'll sail for South America the next morning , and many a long year will pass ere Kenneth MacNair comes home again . ' `` Perhaps Kenneth did n't mean that , but Ursula thought he did , and it decided her . She agreed to run away with him . Yes , of course that was wrong , too , Felicity . She ought to have said , ` No , I shall be married respectably from home , and have a wedding and a silk dress and bridesmaids and lots of presents . ' But she did n't . She was n't as prudent as Felicity King would have been . '' `` She was a shameless hussy , '' said Felicity , venting on the long-dead Ursula that anger she dare not visit on the Story Girl . `` Oh , no , Felicity dear , she was just a lass of spirit . I 'd have done the same .
And when Friday XXXXX came she began to dress for the dance with a brave heart .
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