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`` Let us make the best of our bad bargain , '' said I. `` You can trust me now , do n't you think you can ? '' She nodded without speaking ; we were at the door , and the servants were hastening out to receive us . Always the servants between us . Servants indoors , servants outdoors ; morning , noon and night , from waking to sleeping , these servants to whom we are slaves . As those interrupting servants sent us each a separate way , her to her maid , me to my valet , I was depressed with the chill that the opportunity that has not been seen leaves behind it as it departs . `` Well , '' said I to myself by way of consolation , as I was dressing for dinner , `` she is certainly softening toward you , and when she sees the new house you will be still better friends . '' * * * * * But , when the great day came , I was not so sure .