wouldresent
it
if
you
supposed
that
she
could
n't
be
friendly
with
a
man
without
attributing
"
intentions
"
to
him
—
to
use
the
old
word
.
We
do
n't
live
in
Wattleborough
,
where
liberty
is
rendered
impossible
by
the
cackling
of
gossips
.
'
'
No
,
but
—
'
'
Well
?
'
'
It
seems
to
me
rather
strange
,
that
's
all
.
We
had
better
not
talk
about
it
any
more
.
'
'
But
I
have
only
just
begun
to
talk
about
it
;
I
must
try
to
make
my
position
intelligible
to
you
.
Now
,
suppose
—
a
quite
impossible
thing
—
that
Marian
inherited
some
twenty
or
thirty
thousand
pounds
;
I
should
fortwith
ask
her
to
be
my
wife
.
'
'
Oh
indeed
!
'
'
I
see
no
reason
for
sarcasm
.
It
would
be
a
most
rational
proceeding
.
I
like
her
very
much
;
but
to
marry
her
(
supposing
she
would
have
me
)
without
money
would
be
a
gross
absurdity
,
simply
spoiling
my
career
,
and
leading
to
all
sorts
of
discontents
.
'
'
No
one
would
suggest
that
you
should
marry
as
things
are
.
'
'
No
;
but
please
to
bear
in
mind
that
to
obtain
money
somehow
or
other
—
and
I
see
no
other
way
than
by
marriage
—
is
necessary
to
me
,
and
that
with
as
little
delay
as
possible
.
I
am
not
at
all
likely
to
get
a
big
editorship
for
some
years
to
come
,
and
I
do
n't
feel
disposed
to
make
myself
prematurely
old
by
toiling
for
a
few
hundreds
per
annum
in
the
meantime
.
Now
all
this
I
have
frankly
and
fully
explained
to
Marian
.
I
dare
say
she
suspects
what
I
should
do
if
she
came
into
possession
of
money
;
there
's
no
harm
in
that
.
But
she
knows
perfectly
well
that
,
as
things
are
,
we
remain
intellectual
friends
.
'
'
Then
listen
to
me
,
Jasper
.
If
we
hear
that
Marian
gets
nothing
from
her
uncle
,
you
had
better
behave
honestly
,
and
let
her
see
that
you
have
n't
as
much
interest
in
her
as
before
.
'
'
That
would
be
brutality
.
'
'
It
would
be
honest
.
'
'
Well
,
no
,
it
would
n't
.
Strictly
speaking
,
my
interest
in
Marian
would
n't
suffer
at
all
.
I
should
know
that
we
could
be
nothing
but
friends
,
that
's
all
.
Hitherto
I
have
n't
known
what
might
come
to
pass
;
I
do
n't
know
yet
.
So
far
from
following
your
advice
,
I
shall
let
Marian
understand
that
,
if
anything
,
I
am
more
her
friend
than
ever
,
seeing
that
henceforth
there
can
be
no
ambiguities
.
'
'
I
can
only
tell
you
that
Maud
would
agree
with
me
in
what
I
have
been
saying
.
'
'
Then
both
of
you
have
distorted
views
.
'
'
I
think
not
.
It
's
you
who
are
unprincipled
.
'
My
dear
girl
,
have
n't
I
been
showing
you
that
no
man
could
be
more
above-board
,
more
straightforward
?
'
'
You
have
been
talking
nonsense
,
Jasper
.
'
'
Nonsense
?
Oh
,
this
female
lack
of
logic
!
Then
my
argument
has
been
utterly
thrown
away
.
Now
that
's
one
of
the
things
I
like
in
Miss
Rupert
;
she
can
follow
an
argument
and
see
consequences
.
And
for
that
matter
so
can
Marian
.
I
only
wish
it
were
possible
to
refer
this
question
to
her
.
'
There
was
a
tap
at
the
door
.
Dora
called
'
Come
in
!
'
and
Marian
herself
appeared
.
'
What
an
odd
thing
!
'
exclaimed
Jasper
,
lowering
his
voice
.
'
I
was
that
moment
saying
I
wished
it
were
possible
to
refer
a
question
to
you
.
'
Dora
reddened
,
and
stood
in
an
embarrassed
attitude
.
'
It
was
the
old
dispute
whether
women
in
general
are
capable
of
logic
.
But
pardon
me
,
Miss
Yule
;
I
forget
that
you
have
been
occupied
with
sad
things
since
I
last
saw
you
.
'
Dora
led
her
to
a
chair
,
asking
if
her
father
had
returned
.
'
Yes
,
he
came
back
yesterday
.
'
Jasper
and
his
sister
could
not
think
it
likely
that
Marian
had
suffered
much
from
grief
at
her
uncle
's
death
;
practically
John
Yule
was
a
stranger
to
her
.
Yet
her
face
bore
the
signs
of
acute
mental
trouble
,
and
it
seemed
as
if
some
agitation
made
it
difficult
for
her
to
speak
.
The
awkward
silence
that
fell
upon
the
three
was
broken
by
Jasper
,
who
expressed
a
regret
that
he
was
obliged
to
take
his
leave
.
'
Maud
is
becoming
a
young
lady
of
society
,
'
he
said
—
just
for
the
sake
of
saying
something
—
as
he
moved
towards
the
door
.
'
If
she
comes
back
whilst
you
are
here
,
Miss
Yule
,
warn
her
that
that
is
the
path
of
destruction
for
literary
people
.
'
'
You
should
bear
that
in
mind
yourself
,
'
remarked
Dora
,
with
a
significant
look
.
'
Oh
,
I
am
cool-headed
enough
to
make
society
serve
my
own
ends
.
'
Marian
turned
her
head
with
a
sudden
movement
which
was
checked
before
she
had
quite
looked
round
to
him
.
The
phrase
he
uttered
last
appeared
to
have
affected
her
in
some
way
;
her
eyes
fell
,
and
an
expression
of
pain
was
on
her
brows
for
a
moment
.
'
I
can
only
stay
a
few
minutes
,
'
she
said
,
bending
with
a
faint
smile
towards
Dora
,
as
soon
as
they
were
alone
.
'
I
have
come
on
my
way
from
the
Museum
.
'
'
Where
you
have
tired
yourself
to
death
as
usual
,
I
can
see
.
'
'
No
;
I
have
done
scarcely
anything
.
I
only
pretended
to
read
;
my
mind
is
too
much
troubled
.
Have
you
heard
anything
about
my
uncle
's
will
?
'
'
Nothing
whatever
.
'
'
I
thought
it
might
have
been
spoken
of
in
Wattleborough
,
and
some
friend
might
have
written
to
you
.
But
I
suppose
there
has
hardly
been
time
for
that
.
I
shall
surprise
you
very
much
.
Father
receives
nothing
,
but
I
have
a
legacy
of
five
thousand
pounds
.
'
Dora
kept
her
eyes
down
.
'
Then
—
what
do
you
think
?
'
continued
Marian
.
'
My
cousin
Amy
has
ten
thousand
pounds
.
'
'
Good
gracious
!
What
a
difference
that
will
make
!
'
'
Yes
,
indeed
.
And
her
brother
John
has
six
thousand
.
But
nothing
to
their
mother
.
There
are
a
good
many
other
legacies
,
but
most
of
the
property
goes
to
the
Wattleborough
Park
—
"
Yule
Park
"
it
will
be
called
—
and
to
the
Volunteers
,
and
things
of
that
kind
.
They
say
he
was
n't
as
rich
as
people
thought
.
'
'
Do
you
know
what
Miss
Harrow
gets
?
'
'
She
has
the
house
for
her
life
,
and
fifteen
hundred
pounds
.
'
'
And
your
father
nothing
whatever
?
'
'
Nothing
.
Not
a
penny
.
Oh
,
I
am
so
grieved
!
I
think
it
so
unkind
,
so
wrong
.
Amy
and
her
brother
to
have
sixteen
thousand
pounds
and
father
nothing
!
I
ca
n't
understand
it
.
There
was
no
unkind
feeling
between
him
and
father
.
He
knew
what
a
hard
life
father
has
had
.
Does
n't
it
seem
heartless
?
'
'
What
does
your
father
say
?
'
'
I
think
he
feels
the
unkindness
more
than
he
does
the
disappointment
;
of
course
he
must
have
expected
something
.
He
came
into
the
room
where
mother
and
I
were
,
and
sat
down
,
and
began
to
tell
us
about
the
will
just
as
if
he
were
speaking
to
strangers
about
something
he
had
read
in
the
newspaper
—
that
's
the
only
way
I
can
describe
it
.
Then
he
got
up
and
went
away
into
the
study
.
I
waited
a
little
,
then
went
to
him
there
;
he
was
sitting
at
work
,
as
if
he
had
n't
been
away
from
home
at
all
.
I
tried
to
tell
him
how
sorry
I
was
,
but
I
could
n't
say
anything
.
I
began
to
cry
foolishly
.
He
spoke
kindly
to
me
,
far
more
kindly
than
he
has
done
for
a
long
time
;
but
he
would
n't
talk
about
the
will
,
and
I
had
to
go
away
and
leave
him
.
Poor
mother
,
for
all
she
was
afraid
that
we
were
going
to
be
rich
,
is
broken-hearted
at
his
disappointment
.
'
'
Your
mother
was
afraid
?
'
said
Dora
.
'
Because
she
thought
herself
unfitted
for
life
in
a
large
house
,
and
feared
we
should
think
her
in
our
way
.
'
She
smiled
sadly
.
'
Poor
mother
!
she
is
so
humble
and
so
good
.
I
do
hope
that
father
will
be
kinder
to
her
.
But
there
's
no
telling
yet
what
the
result
of
this
may
be
.
I
feel
guilty
when
I
stand
before
him
.
'
'
But
he
must
feel
glad
that
you
have
five
thousand
pounds
.
'
Marian
delayed
her
reply
for
a
moment
,
her
eyes
down
.
'
Yes
,
perhaps
he
is
glad
of
that
.
'
'
Perhaps
!
'
'
He
ca
n't
help
thinking
,
Dora
,
what
use
he
could
have
made
of
it
.
It
has
always
been
his
greatest
wish
to
have
a
literary
paper
of
his
own
—
like
The
Study
,
you
know
.
He
would
have
used
the
money
in
that
way
,
I
am
sure
.
'
'
But
,
all
the
same
,
he
ought
to
feel
pleasure
in
your
good
fortune
.
'
Marian
turned
to
another
subject
.
'
Think
of
the
Reardons
;
what
a
change
all
at
once
!
What
will
they
do
,
I
wonder
?
Surely
they
wo
n't
continue
to
live
apart
?
'
'
We
shall
hear
from
Jasper
.
'
Whilst
they
were
discussing
the
affairs
of
that
branch
of
the
family
Maud
returned
.
There
was
ill-humour
on
her
handsome
face
,
and
she
greeted
Marian
but
coldly
.
Throwing
off
her
hat
and
gloves
and
mantle
she
listened
to
the
repeated
story
of
John
Yule
's
bequests
.
'
But
why
ever
has
Mrs.
Reardon
so
much
more
than
anyone
else
?
'
she
asked
.
'
We
can
only
suppose
it
is
because
she
was
the
favourite
child
of
the
brother
he
liked
best
.
Yet
at
her
wedding
he
gave
her
nothing
,
and
spoke
contemptuously
of
her
for
marrying
a
literary
man
.
'
'
Fortunate
for
her
poor
husband
that
her
uncle
was
able
to
forgive
her
.
I
wonder
what
's
the
date
of
the
will
?
Who
knows
but
he
may
have
rewarded
her
for
quarrelling
with
Mr.
Reardon
.
'
This
excited
a
laugh
.
'
I
do
n't
know
when
the
will
was
made
,
'
said
Marian
.
'
And
I
do
n't
know
whether
uncle
had
even
heard
of
the
Reardons
'
misfortunes
.
I
suppose
he
must
have
done
.
My
cousin
John
was
at
the
funeral
,
but
not
my
aunt
.
I
think
it
most
likely
father
and
John
did
n't
speak
a
word
to
each
other
.
Fortunately
the
relatives
were
lost
sight
of
in
the
great
crowd
of
Wattleborough
people
;
there
was
an
enormous
procession
,
of
course
.
'
Maud
kept
glancing
at
her
sister
.
The
ill-humour
had
not
altogether
passed
from
her
face
,
but
it
was
now
blended
with
reflectiveness
.
A
few
moments
more
,
and
Marian
had
to
hasten
home
.
When
she
was
gone
the
sisters
looked
at
each
other
.
'
Five
thousand
pounds
,
'
murmured
the
elder
.
'
I
suppose
that
is
considered
nothing
.
'
'
I
suppose
so
.
—
He
was
here
when
Marian
came
,
but
did
n't
stay
.
'
'
Then
you
'll
take
him
the
news
this
evening
?
'
'
Yes
,
'
replied
Dora
.
Then
,
after
musing
,
'
He
seemed
annoyed
that
you
were
at
the
Lanes
'
again
.
'
Maud
made
a
movement
of
indifference
.
'
What
has
been
putting
you
out
?
'
'
Things
were
rather
stupid
.
Some
people
who
were
to
have
come
did
n't
turn
up
.
And
—
well
,
it
does
n't
matter
.
'
She
rose
and
glanced
at
herself
in
the
little
oblong
mirror
over
the
mantelpiece
.
'
Did
Jasper
ever
speak
to
you
of
a
Miss
Rupert
?
'
asked
Dora
.
'
Not
that
I
remember
.
'
'
What
do
you
think
?
He
told
me
in
the
calmest
way
that
he
did
n't
see
why
Marian
should
think
of
him
as
anything
but
the
most
ordinary
friend
—
said
he
had
never
given
her
reason
to
think
anything
else
.
'
'
Indeed
!
And
Miss
Rupert
is
someone
who
has
the
honour
of
his
preference
?
'
'
He
says
she
is
about
thirty
,
and
rather
masculine
,
but
a
great
heiress
.
Jasper
is
shameful
!
'
'
What
do
you
expect
?
I
consider
it
is
your
duty
to
let
Marian
know
everything
he
says
.
Otherwise
you
help
to
deceive
her
.
He
has
no
sense
of
honour
in
such
things
.
'
Dora
was
so
impatient
to
let
her
brother
have
the
news
that
she
left
the
house
as
soon
as
she
had
had
tea
on
the
chance
of
finding
Jasper
at
home
.
She
had
not
gone
a
dozen
yards
before
she
encountered
him
in
person
.
'
I
was
afraid
Marian
might
still
be
with
you
,
'
he
said
laughing
.
'
I
should
have
asked
the
landlady
.
Well
?
'
'
We
ca
n't
stand
talking
here
.
You
had
better
come
in
.
'
He
was
in
too
much
excitement
to
wait
.
'
Just
tell
me
.
What
has
she
?
'
Dora
walked
quickly
towards
the
house
,
looking
annoyed
.
'
Nothing
at
all
?
Then
what
has
her
father
?
'
'
He
has
nothing
,
'
replied
his
sister
,
'
and
she
has
five
thousand
pounds
.
'
Jasper
walked
on
with
bent
head
.
He
said
nothing
more
until
he
was
upstairs
in
the
sitting-room
,
where
Maud
greeted
him
carelessly
.
'
Mrs
.
Reardon
anything
?
'
Dora
informed
him
.
'
What
?
'
he
cried
,
incredulously
.
'
Ten
thousand
?
You
do
n't
say
so
!
'
He
burst
into
uproarious
laughter
.
'
So
Reardon
is
rescued
from
the
slum
and
the
clerk
's
desk
!
Well
,
I
'm
glad
;
by
Jove
,
I
am
.
I
should
have
liked
it
better
if
Marian
had
had
the
ten
thousand
and
he
the
five
,
but
it
's
an
excellent
joke
.
Perhaps
the
next
thing
will
be
that
he
'll
refuse
to
have
anything
to
do
with
his
wife
's
money
;
that
would
be
just
like
him
.
'
After
amusing
himself
with
this
subject
for
a
few
minutes
more
,
he
turned
to
the
window
and
stood
there
in
silence
.
'
Are
you
going
to
have
tea
with
us
?
'
Dora
inquired
.
He
did
not
seem
to
hear
her
.
On
a
repetition
of
the
inquiry
,
he
answered
absently
:
'
Yes
,
I
may
as
well
.
Then
I
can
go
home
and
get
to
work
.
'
During
the
remainder
of
his
stay
he
talked
very
little
,
and
as
Maud
also
was
in
an
abstracted
mood
,
tea
passed
almost
in
silence
.
On
the
point
of
departing
he
asked
:
'
When
is
Marian
likely
to
come
here
again
?
'
'
I
have
n't
the
least
idea
,
'
answered
Dora
.
He
nodded
,
and
went
his
way
.
It
was
necessary
for
him
to
work
at
a
magazine
article
which
he
had
begun
this
morning
,
and
on
reaching
home
he
spread
out
his
papers
in
the
usual
business-like
fashion
.
The
subject
out
of
which
he
was
manufacturing
'
copy
'
had
its
difficulties
,
and
was
not
altogether
congenial
to
him
;
this
morning
he
had
laboured
with
unwonted
effort
to
produce
about
a
page
of
manuscript
,
and
now
that
he
tried
to
resume
the
task
his
thoughts
would
not
centre
upon
it
.
Jasper
was
too
young
to
have
thoroughly
mastered
the
art
of
somnambulistic
composition
;
to
write
,
he
was
still
obliged
to
give
exclusive
attention
to
the
matter
under
treatment
.
Dr.
Johnson
's
saying
,
that
a
man
may
write
at
any
time
if
he
will
set
himself
doggedly
to
it
,
was
often
upon
his
lips
,
and
had
even
been
of
help
to
him
,
as
no
doubt
it
has
to
many
another
man
obliged
to
compose
amid
distracting
circumstances
;
but
the
formula
had
no
efficacy
this
evening
.
Twice
or
thrice
he
rose
from
his
chair
,
paced
the
room
with
a
determined
brow
,
and
sat
down
again
with
vigorous
clutch
of
the
pen
;
still
he
failed
to
excogitate
a
single
sentence
that
would
serve
his
purpose
.
'
I
must
have
it
out
with
myself
before
I
can
do
anything
,
'
was
his
thought
as
he
finally
abandoned
the
endeavour
.
'
I
must
make
up
my
mind
.
'
To
this
end
he
settled
himself
in
an
easy-chair
and
began
to
smoke
cigarettes
.
Some
dozen
of
these
aids
to
reflection
only
made
him
so
nervous
that
he
could
no
longer
remain
alone
.
He
put
on
his
hat
and
overcoat
and
went
out
—
to
find
that
it
was
raining
heavily
.
He
returned
for
an
umbrella
,
and
before
long
was
walking
aimlessly
about
the
Strand
,
unable
to
make
up
his
mind
whether
to
turn
into
a
theatre
or
not
.
Instead
of
doing
so
,
he
sought
a
certain
upper
room
of
a
familiar
restaurant
,
where
the
day
's
papers
were
to
be
seen
,
and
perchance
an
acquaintance
might
be
met
.
Only
half
a
dozen
men
were
there
,
reading
and
smoking
,
and
all
were
unknown
to
him
.
He
drank
a
glass
of
lager
beer
,
skimmed
the
news
of
the
evening
,
and
again
went
out
into
the
bad
weather
.
After
all
it
was
better
to
go
home
.
Everything
he
encountered
had
an
unsettling
effect
upon
him
,
so
that
he
was
further
than
ever
from
the
decision
at
which
he
wished
to
arrive
.
In
Mornington
Road
he
came
upon
Whelpdale
,
who
was
walking
slowly
under
an
umbrella
.
'
I
've
just
called
at
your
place
.
'
'
All
right
;
come
back
if
you
like
.
'
'
But
perhaps
I
shall
waste
your
time
?
'
said
Whelpdale
,
with
unusual
diffidence
.
Reassured
,
he
gladly
returned
to
the
house
.
Milvain
acquainted
him
with
the
fact
of
John
Yule
's
death
,
and
with
its
result
so
far
as
it
concerned
the
Reardons
.
They
talked
of
how
the
couple
would
probably
behave
under
this
decisive
change
of
circumstances
.
'
Biffen
professes
to
know
nothing
about
Mrs.
Reardon
,
'
said
Whelpdale
.
'
I
suspect
he
keeps
his
knowledge
to
himself
,
out
of
regard
for
Reardon
.
It
would
n't
surprise
me
if
they
live
apart
for
a
long
time
yet
.
'
'
Not
very
likely
.
It
was
only
want
of
money
.
'
'
They
're
not
at
all
suited
to
each
other
.
Mrs.
Reardon
no
doubt
repents
her
marriage
bitterly
,
and
I
doubt
whether
Reardon
cares
much
for
his
wife
.
'
'
As
there
's
no
way
of
getting
divorced
they
'll
make
the
best
of
it
.
Ten
thousand
pounds
produce
about
four
hundred
a
year
;
it
's
enough
to
live
on
.
'
'
And
be
miserable
on
—
if
they
no
longer
love
each
other
.
'
'
You
're
such
a
sentimental
fellow
,
'
cried
Jasper
.
'
I
believe
you
seriously
think
that
love
—
the
sort
of
frenzy
you
understand
by
it
—
ought
to
endure
throughout
married
life
.
How
has
a
man
come
to
your
age
with
such
primitive
ideas
?
'
'
Well
,
I
do
n't
know
.
Perhaps
you
err
a
little
in
the
opposite
direction
.
'
'
I
have
n't
much
faith
in
marrying
for
love
,
as
you
know
.
What
's
more
,
I
believe
it
's
the
very
rarest
thing
for
people
to
be
in
love
with
each
other
.
Reardon
and
his
wife
perhaps
were
an
instance
;
perhaps
—
I
'm
not
quite
sure
about
her
.
As
a
rule
,
marriage
is
the
result
of
a
mild
preference
,
encouraged
by
circumstances
,
and
deliberately
heightened
into
strong
sexual
feeling
.
You
,
of
all
men
,
know
well
enough
that
the
same
kind
of
feeling
could
be
produced
for
almost
any
woman
who
was
n't
repulsive
.
'
'
The
same
kind
of
feeling
;
but
there
's
vast
difference
of
degree
.
'
'
To
be
sure
.
I
think
it
's
only
a
matter
of
degree
.
When
it
rises
to
the
point
of
frenzy
people
may
strictly
be
said
to
be
in
love
;
and
,
as
I
tell
you
,
I
think
that
comes
to
pass
very
rarely
indeed
.
For
my
own
part
,
I
have
no
experience
of
it
,
and
think
I
never
shall
have
.
'
'
I
ca
n't
say
the
same
.
'
They
laughed
.
'
I
dare
say
you
have
imagined
yourself
in
love
—
or
really
been
so
for
aught
I
know
—
a
dozen
times
.
How
the
deuce
you
can
attach
any
importance
to
such
feeling
where
marriage
is
concerned
I
do
n't
understand
.
'
'
Well
,
now
,
'
said
Whelpdale
,
'
I
have
never
upheld
the
theory
—
at
least
not
since
I
was
sixteen
—
that
a
man
can
be
in
love
only
once
,
or
that
there
is
one
particular
woman
if
he
misses
whom
he
can
never
be
happy
.
There
may
be
thousands
of
women
whom
I
could
love
with
equal
sincerity
.
'
'
I
object
to
the
word
"
love
"
altogether
.
It
has
been
vulgarised
.
Let
us
talk
about
compatibility
.
Now
,
I
should
say
that
,
no
doubt
,
and
speaking
scientifically
,
there
is
one
particular
woman
supremely
fitted
to
each
man
.
I
put
aside
consideration
of
circumstances
;
we
know
that
circumstances
will
disturb
any
degree
of
abstract
fitness
.
But
in
the
nature
of
things
there
must
be
one
woman
whose
nature
is
specially
well
adapted
to
harmonise
with
mine
,
or
with
yours
.
If
there
were
any
means
of
discovering
this
woman
in
each
case
,
then
I
have
no
doubt
it
would
be
worth
a
man
's
utmost
effort
to
do
so
,
and
any
amount
of
erotic
jubilation
would
be
reasonable
when
the
discovery
was
made
.
But
the
thing
is
impossible
,
and
,
what
's
more
,
we
know
what
ridiculous
fallibility
people
display
when
they
imagine
they
have
found
the
best
substitute
for
that
indiscoverable
.
This
is
what
makes
me
impatient
with
sentimental
talk
about
marriage
.
An
educated
man
must
n't
play
so
into
the
hands
of
ironic
destiny
.
Let
him
think
he
wants
to
marry
a
woman
;
but
do
n't
let
him
exaggerate
his
feelings
or
idealise
their
nature
.
'
'
There
's
a
good
deal
in
all
that
,
'
admitted
Whelpdale
,
though
discontentedly
.
'
There
's
more
than
a
good
deal
;
there
's
the
last
word
on
the
subject
.
The
days
of
romantic
love
are
gone
by
.
The
scientific
spirit
has
put
an
end
to
that
kind
of
self-deception
.
Romantic
love
was
inextricably
blended
with
all
sorts
of
superstitions
—
belief
in
personal
immortality
,
in
superior
beings
,
in
—
all
the
rest
of
it
.
What
we
think
of
now
is
moral
and
intellectual
and
physical
compatibility
;
I
mean
,
if
we
are
reasonable
people
.
'
'
And
if
we
are
not
so
unfortunate
as
to
fall
in
love
with
an
incompatible
,
'
added
Whelpdale
,
laughing
.
'
Well
,
that
is
a
form
of
unreason
—
a
blind
desire
which
science
could
explain
in
each
case
.
I
rejoice
that
I
am
not
subject
to
that
form
of
epilepsy
.
'
'
You
positively
never
were
in
love
?
'
'
As
you
understand
it
,
never
.
But
I
have
felt
a
very
distinct
preference
.
'
'
Based
on
what
you
think
compatibility
?
'
'
Yes
.
Not
strong
enough
to
make
me
lose
sight
of
prudence
and
advantage
.
No
,
not
strong
enough
for
that
.
'
He
seemed
to
be
reassuring
himself
.
'
Then
of
course
that
ca
n't
be
called
love
,
'
said
Whelpdale
.
'
Perhaps
not
.
But
,
as
I
told
you
,
a
preference
of
this
kind
can
be
heightened
into
emotion
,
if
one
chooses
.
In
the
case
of
which
I
am
thinking
it
easily
might
be
.
And
I
think
it
very
improbable
indeed
that
I
should
repent
it
if
anything
led
me
to
indulge
such
an
impulse
.
'
Whelpdale
smiled
.
'
This
is
very
interesting
.
I
hope
it
may
lead
to
something
.
'
'
I
do
n't
think
it
will
.
I
am
far
more
likely
to
marry
some
woman
for
whom
I
have
no
preference
,
but
who
can
serve
me
materially
.
'
'
I
confess
that
amazes
me
.
I
know
the
value
of
money
as
well
as
you
do
,
but
I
would
n't
marry
a
rich
woman
for
whom
I
had
no
preference
.
By
Jove
,
no
!
'
'
Yes
,
yes
.
You
are
a
consistent
sentimentalist
.
'
'
Doomed
to
perpetual
disappointment
,
'
said
the
other
,
looking
disconsolately
about
the
room
.
'
Courage
,
my
boy
!
I
have
every
hope
that
I
shall
see
you
marry
and
repent
.
'
'
I
admit
the
danger
of
that
.
But
shall
I
tell
you
something
I
have
observed
?
Each
woman
I
fall
in
love
with
is
of
a
higher
type
than
the
one
before
.
'
Jasper
roared
irreverently
,
and
his
companion
looked
hurt
.
'
But
I
am
perfectly
serious
,
I
assure
you
.
To
go
back
only
three
or
four
years
.
There
was
the
daughter
of
my
landlady
in
Barham
Street
;
well
,
a
nice
girl
enough
,
but
limited
,
decidedly
limited
.
Next
came
that
girl
at
the
stationer
's
—
you
remember
?
She
was
distinctly
an
advance
,
both
in
mind
and
person
.
Then
there
was
Miss
Embleton
;
yes
,
I
think
she
made
again
an
advance
.
She
had
been
at
Bedford
College
,
you
know
,
and
was
really
a
girl
of
considerable
attainments
;
morally
,
admirable
.
Afterwards
—
'
He
paused
.
'
The
maiden
from
Birmingham
,
was
n't
it
?
'
said
Jasper
,
again
exploding
.
'
Yes
,
it
was
.
Well
,
I
ca
n't
be
quite
sure
.
But
in
many
respects
that
girl
was
my
ideal
;
she
really
was
.
'
'
As
you
once
or
twice
told
me
at
the
time
.
'
'
I
really
believe
she
would
rank
above
Miss
Embleton
—
at
all
events
from
my
point
of
view
.
And
that
's
everything
,
you
know
.
It
's
the
effect
a
woman
produces
on
one
that
has
to
be
considered
.
'
'
The
next
should
be
a
paragon
,
'
said
Jasper
.
'
The
next
?
'
Whelpdale
again
looked
about
the
room
,
but
added
nothing
,
and
fell
into
a
long
silence
.
When
left
to
himself
Jasper
walked
about
a
little
,
then
sat
down
at
his
writing-table
,
for
he
felt
easier
in
mind
,
and
fancied
that
he
might
still
do
a
couple
of
hours
'
work
before
going
to
bed
.
He
did
in
fact
write
half
a
dozen
lines
,
but
with
the
effort
came
back
his
former
mood
.
Very
soon
the
pen
dropped
,
and
he
was
once
more
in
the
throes
of
anxious
mental
debate
.
He
sat
till
after
midnight
,
and
when
he
went
to
his
bedroom
it
was
with
a
lingering
step
,
which
proved
him
still
a
prey
to
indecision
.
CHAPTER
XXIII
A
PROPOSED
INVESTMENT
Alfred
Yule
's
behaviour
under
his
disappointment
seemed
to
prove
that
even
for
him
the
uses
of
adversity
could
be
sweet
.
On
the
day
after
his
return
home
he
displayed
a
most
unwonted
mildness
in
such
remarks
as
he
addressed
to
his
wife
,
and
his
bearing
towards
Marian
was
gravely
gentle
.
At
meals
he
conversed
,
or
rather
monologised
,
on
literary
topics
,
with
occasionally
one
of
his
grim
jokes
,
pointed
for
Marian
's
appreciation
.
He
became
aware
that
the
girl
had
been
overtaxing
her
strength
of
late
,
and
suggested
a
few
weeks
of
recreation
among
new
novels
.
The
coldness
and
gloom
which
had
possessed
him
when
he
made
a
formal
announcement
of
the
news
appeared
to
have
given
way
before
the
sympathy
manifested
by
his
wife
and
daughter
;
he
was
now
sorrowful
,
but
resigned
.
He
explained
to
Marian
the
exact
nature
of
her
legacy
.
It
was
to
be
paid
out
of
her
uncle
's
share
in
a
wholesale
stationery
business
,
with
which
John
Yule
had
been
connected
for
the
last
twenty
years
,
but
from
which
he
had
not
long
ago
withdrawn
a
large
portion
of
his
invested
capital
.
This
house
was
known
as
'
Turberville
+
Co.
,
'
a
name
which
Marian
now
heard
for
the
first
time
.
'
I
knew
nothing
of
his
association
with
them
,
'
said
her
father
.
'
They
tell
me
that
seven
or
eight
thousand
pounds
will
be
realised
from
that
source
;
it
seems
a
pity
that
the
investment
was
not
left
to
you
intact
.
Whether
there
will
be
any
delay
in
withdrawing
the
money
I
ca
n't
say
.
'
The
executors
were
two
old
friends
of
the
deceased
,
one
of
them
a
former
partner
in
his
paper-making
concern
.
On
the
evening
of
the
second
day
,
about
an
hour
after
dinner
was
over
,
Mr.
Hinks
called
at
the
house
;
as
usual
,
he
went
into
the
study
.
Before
long
came
a
second
visitor
,
Mr.
Quarmby
,
who
joined
Yule
and
Hinks
.
The
three
had
all
sat
together
for
some
time
,
when
Marian
,
who
happened
to
be
coming
down
stairs
,
saw
her
father
at
the
study
door
.
'
Ask
your
mother
to
let
us
have
some
supper
at
a
quarter
to
ten
,
'
he
said
urbanely
.
'
And
come
in
,
wo
n't
you
?
We
are
only
gossiping
.
'
It
had
not
often
happened
that
Marian
was
invited
to
join
parties
of
this
kind
.
'
Do
you
wish
me
to
come
?
'
she
asked
.
'
Yes
,
I
should
like
you
to
,
if
you
have
nothing
particular
to
do
.
'
Marian
informed
Mrs.
Yule
that
the
visitors
would
have
supper
,
and
then
went
to
the
study
.
Mr.
Quarmby
was
smoking
a
pipe
;
Mr.
Hinks
,
who
on
grounds
of
economy
had
long
since
given
up
tobacco
,
sat
with
his
hands
in
his
trouser
pockets
,
and
his
long
,
thin
legs
tucked
beneath
the
chair
;
both
rose
and
greeted
Marian
with
more
than
ordinary
warmth
.
'
Will
you
allow
me
five
or
six
more
puffs
?
'
asked
Mr.
Quarmby
,
laying
one
hand
on
his
ample
stomach
and
elevating
his
pipe
as
if
it
were
a
glass
of
beaded
liquor
.
'
I
shall
then
have
done
.
'
'
As
many
more
as
you
like
,
'
Marian
replied
.
The
easiest
chair
was
placed
for
her
,
Mr.
Hinks
hastening
to
perform
this
courtesy
,
and
her
father
apprised
her
of
the
topic
they
were
discussing
.
'
What
's
your
view
,
Marian
?
Is
there
anything
to
be
said
for
the
establishment
of
a
literary
academy
in
England
?
'
Mr.
Quarmby
beamed
benevolently
upon
her
,
and
Mr.
Hinks
,
his
scraggy
neck
at
full
length
,
awaited
her
reply
with
a
look
of
the
most
respectful
attention
.
'
I
really
think
we
have
quite
enough
literary
quarrelling
as
it
is
,
'
the
girl
replied
,
casting
down
her
eyes
and
smiling
.
Mr.
Quarmby
uttered
a
hollow
chuckle
,
Mr.
Hinks
laughed
thinly
and
exclaimed
,
'
Very
good
indeed
!
Very
good
!
'
Yule
affected
to
applaud
with
impartial
smile
.
'
It
would
n't
harmonise
with
the
Anglo-Saxon
spirit
,
'
remarked
Mr.
Hinks
,
with
an
air
of
diffident
profundity
.
Yule
held
forth
on
the
subject
for
a
few
minutes
in
laboured
phrases
.
Presently
the
conversation
turned
to
periodicals
,
and
the
three
men
were
unanimous
in
an
opinion
that
no
existing
monthly
or
quarterly
could
be
considered
as
representing
the
best
literary
opinion
.
'
We
want
,
'
remarked
Mr.
Quarmby
,
'
we
want
a
monthly
review
which
shall
deal
exclusively
with
literature
.
The
Fortnightly
,
the
Contemporary
—
they
are
very
well
in
their
way
,
but
then
they
are
mere
miscellanies
.
You
will
find
one
solid
literary
article
amid
a
confused
mass
of
politics
and
economics
and
general
clap-trap
.
'
'
Articles
on
the
currency
and
railway
statistics
and
views
of
evolution
,
'
said
Mr.
Hinks
,
with
a
look
as
if
something
were
grating
between
his
teeth
.
'
The
quarterlies
?
'
put
in
Yule
.
'
Well
,
the
original
idea
of
the
quarterlies
was
that
there
are
not
enough
important
books
published
to
occupy
solid
reviewers
more
than
four
times
a
year
.
That
may
be
true
,
but
then
a
literary
monthly
would
include
much
more
than
professed
reviews
.
Hinks
's
essays
on
the
historical
drama
would
have
come
out
in
it
very
well
;
or
your
"
Spanish
Poets
,
"
Quarmby
.
'
'
I
threw
out
the
idea
to
Jedwood
the
other
day
,
'
said
Mr.
Quarmby
,
'
and
he
seemed
to
nibble
at
it
.
'
'
Yes
,
yes
,
'
came
from
Yule
;
'
but
Jedwood
has
so
many
irons
in
the
fire
.
I
doubt
if
he
has
the
necessary
capital
at
command
just
now
.
No
doubt
he
's
the
man
,
if
some
capitalist
would
join
him
.
'
'
No
enormous
capital
needed
,
'
opined
Mr.
Quarmby
.
'
The
thing
would
pay
its
way
almost
from
the
first
.
It
would
take
a
place
between
the
literary
weeklies
and
the
quarterlies
.
The
former
are
too
academic
,
the
latter
too
massive
,
for
multitudes
of
people
who
yet
have
strong
literary
tastes
.
Foreign
publications
should
be
liberally
dealt
with
.
But
,
as
Hinks
says
,
no
meddling
with
the
books
that
are
no
books
—
biblia
abiblia
;
nothing
about
essays
on
bi-metallism
and
treatises
for
or
against
vaccination
.
'
Even
here
,
in
the
freedom
of
a
friend
's
study
,
he
laughed
his
Reading-room
laugh
,
folding
both
hands
upon
his
expansive
waistcoat
.
'
Fiction
?
I
presume
a
serial
of
the
better
kind
might
be
admitted
?
'
said
Yule
.
'
That
would
be
advisable
,
no
doubt
.
But
strictly
of
the
better
kind
.
'
'
Oh
,
strictly
of
the
better
kind
,
'
chimed
in
Mr.
Hinks
.
They
pursued
the
discussion
as
if
they
were
an
editorial
committee
planning
a
review
of
which
the
first
number
was
shortly
to
appear
.
It
occupied
them
until
Mrs.
Yule
announced
at
the
door
that
supper
was
ready
.
During
the
meal
Marian
found
herself
the
object
of
unusual
attention
;
her
father
troubled
to
inquire
if
the
cut
of
cold
beef
he
sent
her
was
to
her
taste
,
and
kept
an
eye
on
her
progress
.
Mr.
Hinks
talked
to
her
in
a
tone
of
respectful
sympathy
,
and
Mr.
Quarmby
was
paternally
jovial
when
he
addressed
her
.
Mrs.
Yule
would
have
kept
silence
,
in
her
ordinary
way
,
but
this
evening
her
husband
made
several
remarks
which
he
had
adapted
to
her
intellect
,
and
even
showed
that
a
reply
would
be
graciously
received
.
Mother
and
daughter
remained
together
when
the
men
withdrew
to
their
tobacco
and
toddy
.
Neither
made
allusion
to
the
wonderful
change
,
but
they
talked
more
light-heartedly
than
for
a
long
time
.
On
the
morrow
Yule
began
by
consulting
Marian
with
regard
to
the
disposition
of
matter
in
an
essay
he
was
writing
.
What
she
said
he
weighed
carefully
,
and
seemed
to
think
that
she
had
set
his
doubts
at
rest
.
'
Poor
old
Hinks
!
'
he
said
presently
,
with
a
sigh
.
'
Breaking
up
,
is
n't
he
?
He
positively
totters
in
his
walk
.
I
'm
afraid
he
's
the
kind
of
man
to
have
a
paralytic
stroke
;
it
would
n't
astonish
me
to
hear
at
any
moment
that
he
was
lying
helpless
.
'
'
What
ever
would
become
of
him
in
that
case
?
'
'
Goodness
knows
!
One
might
ask
the
same
of
so
many
of
us
.
What
would
become
of
me
,
for
instance
,
if
I
were
incapable
of
work
?
Marian
could
make
no
reply
.
'
There
's
something
I
'll
just
mention
to
you
,
'
he
went
on
in
a
lowered
tone
,
'
though
I
do
n't
wish
you
to
take
it
too
seriously
.
I
'm
beginning
to
have
a
little
trouble
with
my
eyes
.
'
She
looked
at
him
,
startled
.
'
With
your
eyes
?
'
'
Nothing
,
I
hope
;
but
—
well
,
I
think
I
shall
see
an
oculist
.
One
does
n't
care
to
face
a
prospect
of
failing
sight
,
perhaps
of
cataract
,
or
something
of
that
kind
;
still
,
it
's
better
to
know
the
facts
,
I
should
say
.
'
'
By
all
means
go
to
an
oculist
,
'
said
Marian
,
earnestly
.
'
Do
n't
disturb
yourself
about
it
.
It
may
be
nothing
at
all
.
But
in
any
case
I
must
change
my
glasses
.
'
He
rustled
over
some
slips
of
manuscript
,
whilst
Marian
regarded
him
anxiously
.
'
Now
,
I
appeal
to
you
,
Marian
,
'
he
continued
:
'
could
I
possibly
save
money
out
of
an
income
that
has
never
exceeded
two
hundred
and
fifty
pounds
,
and
often
—
I
mean
even
in
latter
years
—
has
been
much
less
?
'
'
I
do
n't
see
how
you
could
.
'
'
In
one
way
,
of
course
,
I
have
managed
it
.
My
life
is
insured
for
five
hundred
pounds
.
But
that
is
no
provision
for
possible
disablement
.
If
I
could
no
longer
earn
money
with
my
pen
,
what
would
become
of
me
?
'
Marian
could
have
made
an
encouraging
reply
,
but
did
not
venture
to
utter
her
thoughts
.
'
Sit
down
,
'
said
her
father
.
'
You
are
not
to
work
for
a
few
days
,
and
I
myself
shall
be
none
the
worse
for
a
morning
's
rest
.
Poor
old
Hinks
!
I
suppose
we
shall
help
him
among
us
,
somehow
.
Quarmby
,
of
course
,
is
comparatively
flourishing
.
Well
,
we
have
been
companions
for
a
quarter
of
a
century
,
we
three
.
When
I
first
met
Quarmby
I
was
a
Grub
Street
gazetteer
,
and
I
think
he
was
even
poorer
than
I
.
A
life
of
toil
!
A
life
of
toil
!
'
'
That
it
has
been
,
indeed
.
'
'
By-the-by
'
—
he
threw
an
arm
over
the
back
of
his
chair
—
'
what
did
you
think
of
our
imaginary
review
,
the
thing
we
were
talking
about
last
night
?
'
'
There
are
so
many
periodicals
,
'
replied
Marian
,
doubtfully
.
'
So
many
?
My
dear
child
,
if
we
live
another
ten
years
we
shall
see
the
number
trebled
.
'
'
Is
it
desirable
?
'
'
That
there
should
be
such
growth
of
periodicals
?
Well
,
from
one
point
of
view
,
no.
No
doubt
they
take
up
the
time
which
some
people
would
give
to
solid
literature
.
But
,
on
the
other
hand
,
there
's
a
far
greater
number
of
people
who
would
probably
not
read
at
all
,
but
for
the
temptations
of
these
short
and
new
articles
;
and
they
may
be
induced
to
pass
on
to
substantial
works
.
Of
course
it
all
depends
on
the
quality
of
the
periodical
matter
you
offer
.
Now
,
magazines
like
'
—
he
named
two
or
three
of
popular
stamp
—
'
might
very
well
be
dispensed
with
,
unless
one
regards
them
as
an
alternative
to
the
talking
of
scandal
or
any
other
vicious
result
of
total
idleness
.
But
such
a
monthly
as
we
projected
would
be
of
distinct
literary
value
.
There
can
be
no
doubt
that
someone
or
other
will
shortly
establish
it
.
'
'
I
am
afraid
,
'
said
Marian
,
'
I
have
n't
so
much
sympathy
with
literary
undertakings
as
you
would
like
me
to
have
.
'
Money
is
a
great
fortifier
of
self-respect
Since
she
had
become
really
conscious
of
her
position
as
the
owner
of
five
thousand
pounds
,
Marian
spoke
with
a
steadier
voice
,
walked
with
firmer
step
;
mentally
she
felt
herself
altogether
a
less
dependent
being
.
She
might
have
confessed
this
lukewarmness
towards
literary
enterprise
in
the
anger
which
her
father
excited
eight
or
nine
days
ago
,
but
at
that
time
she
could
not
have
uttered
her
opinion
calmly
,
deliberately
,
as
now
.
The
smile
which
accompanied
the
words
was
also
new
;
it
signified
deliverance
from
pupilage
.
'
I
have
felt
that
,
'
returned
her
father
,
after
a
slight
pause
to
command
his
voice
,
that
it
might
be
suave
instead
of
scornful
.
'
I
greatly
fear
that
I
have
made
your
life
something
of
a
martyrdom
—
'
'
Do
n't
think
I
meant
that
,
father
.
I
am
speaking
only
of
the
general
question
.
I
ca
n't
be
quite
so
zealous
as
you
are
,
that
's
all
.
I
love
books
,
but
I
could
wish
people
were
content
for
a
while
with
those
we
already
have
.
'
'
My
dear
Marian
,
do
n't
suppose
that
I
am
out
of
sympathy
with
you
here
.
Alas
!
how
much
of
my
work
has
been
mere
drudgery
,
mere
labouring
for
a
livelihood
!
How
gladly
I
would
have
spent
much
more
of
my
time
among
the
great
authors
,
with
no
thought
of
making
money
of
them
!
If
I
speak
approvingly
of
a
scheme
for
a
new
periodical
,
it
is
greatly
because
of
my
necessities
.
'
He
paused
and
looked
at
her
.
Marian
returned
the
look
.
'
You
would
of
course
write
for
it
,
'
she
said
.
'
Marian
,
why
should
n't
I
edit
it
?
Why
should
n't
it
be
your
property
?
'
'
My
property
—
?
'
She
checked
a
laugh
.
There
came
into
her
mind
a
more
disagreeable
suspicion
than
she
had
ever
entertained
of
her
father
.
Was
this
the
meaning
of
his
softened
behaviour
?
Was
he
capable
of
calculated
hypocrisy
?
That
did
not
seem
consistent
with
his
character
,
as
she
knew
it
.
'
Let
us
talk
it
over
,
'
said
Yule
.
He
was
in
visible
agitation
,
and
his
voice
shook
.
'
The
idea
may
well
startle
you
at
first
.
It
will
seem
to
you
that
I
propose
to
make
away
with
your
property
before
you
have
even
come
into
possession
of
it
.
'
He
laughed
.
'
But
,
in
fact
,
what
I
have
in
mind
is
merely
an
investment
for
your
capital
,
and
that
an
admirable
one
.
Five
thousand
pounds
at
three
per
cent
.
—
one
does
n't
care
to
reckon
on
more
—
represents
a
hundred
and
fifty
a
year
.
Now
,
there
can
be
very
little
doubt
that
,
if
it
were
invested
in
literary
property
such
as
I
have
in
mind
,
it
would
bring
you
five
times
that
interest
,
and
before
long
perhaps
much
more
.
Of
course
I
am
now
speaking
in
the
roughest
outline
.
I
should
have
to
get
trust-worthy
advice
;
complete
and
detailed
estimates
would
be
submitted
to
you
.
At
present
I
merely
suggest
to
you
this
form
of
investment
.
'
He
watched
her
face
eagerly
,
greedily
.
When
Marian
's
eyes
rose
to
his
he
looked
away
.
'
Then
,
of
course
,
'
she
said
,
'
you
do
n't
expect
me
to
give
any
decided
answer
.
'
'
Of
course
not
—
of
course
not
.
I
merely
put
before
you
the
chief
advantages
of
such
an
investment
.
As
I
am
a
selfish
old
fellow
,
I
'll
talk
about
the
benefit
to
myself
first
of
all
.
I
should
be
editor
of
the
new
review
;
I
should
draw
a
stipend
sufficient
to
all
my
needs
—
quite
content
,
at
first
,
to
take
far
less
than
another
man
would
ask
,
and
to
progress
with
the
advance
of
the
periodical
.
This
position
would
enable
me
to
have
done
with
mere
drudgery
;
I
should
only
write
when
I
felt
called
to
do
so
—
when
the
spirit
moved
me
.
'
Again
he
laughed
,
as
though
desirous
of
keeping
his
listener
in
good
humour
.
'
My
eyes
would
be
greatly
spared
henceforth
.
'
He
dwelt
on
that
point
,
waiting
its
effect
on
Marian
.
As
she
said
nothing
he
proceeded
:
'
And
suppose
I
really
were
doomed
to
lose
my
sight
in
the
course
of
a
few
years
,
am
I
wrong
in
thinking
that
the
proprietor
of
this
periodical
would
willingly
grant
a
small
annuity
to
the
man
who
had
firmly
established
it
?
'
'
I
see
the
force
of
all
that
,
'
said
Marian
;
'
but
it
takes
for
granted
that
the
periodical
will
be
successful
.
'
'
It
does
.
In
the
hands
of
a
publisher
like
Jedwood
—
a
vigorous
man
of
the
new
school
—
its
success
could
scarcely
be
doubtful
.
'
'
Do
you
think
five
thousand
pounds
would
be
enough
to
start
such
a
review
?
'
'
Well
,
I
can
say
nothing
definite
on
that
point
.
For
one
thing
,
the
coat
must
be
made
according
to
the
cloth
;
expenditure
can
be
largely
controlled
without
endangering
success
.
Then
again
,
I
think
Jedwood
would
take
a
share
in
the
venture
.
These
are
details
.
At
present
I
only
want
to
familiarise
you
with
the
thought
that
an
investment
of
this
sort
will
very
probably
offer
itself
to
you
.
'
'
It
would
be
better
if
we
called
it
a
speculation
,
'
said
Marian
,
smiling
uneasily
.
Her
one
object
at
present
was
to
oblige
her
father
to
understand
that
the
suggestion
by
no
means
lured
her
.
She
could
not
tell
him
that
what
he
proposed
was
out
of
the
question
,
though
as
yet
that
was
the
light
in
which
she
saw
it
.
His
subtlety
of
approach
had
made
her
feel
justified
in
dealing
with
him
in
a
matter-of-fact
way
.
He
must
see
that
she
was
not
to
be
cajoled
.
Obviously
,
and
in
the
nature
of
the
case
,
he
was
urging
a
proposal
in
which
he
himself
had
all
faith
;
but
Marian
knew
his
judgment
was
far
from
infallible
.
It
mitigated
her
sense
of
behaving
unkindly
to
reflect
that
in
all
likelihood
this
disposal
of
her
money
would
be
the
worst
possible
for
her
own
interests
,
and
therefore
for
his
.
If
,
indeed
,
his
dark
forebodings
were
warranted
,
then
upon
her
would
fall
the
care
of
him
,
and
the
steadiness
with
which
she
faced
that
responsibility
came
from
a
hope
of
which
she
could
not
speak
.
'
Name
it
as
you
will
,
'
returned
her
father
,
hardly
suppressing
a
note
of
irritation
.
'
True
,
every
commercial
enterprise
is
a
speculation
.
But
let
me
ask
you
one
question
,
and
beg
you
to
reply
frankly
.
Do
you
distrust
my
ability
to
conduct
this
periodical
?
'
She
did
.
She
knew
that
he
was
not
in
touch
with
the
interests
of
the
day
,
and
that
all
manner
of
considerations
akin
to
the
prime
end
of
selling
his
review
would
make
him
an
untrust-
worthy
editor
.
But
how
could
she
tell
him
this
?
'
My
opinion
would
be
worthless
,
'
she
replied
.
'
If
Jedwood
were
disposed
to
put
confidence
in
me
,
you
also
would
?
'
'
There
's
no
need
to
talk
of
that
now
,
father
.
Indeed
,
I
ca
n't
say
anything
that
would
sound
like
a
promise
.
'
He
flashed
a
glance
at
her
.
Then
she
was
more
than
doubtful
?
'
But
you
have
no
objection
,
Marian
,
to
talk
in
a
friendly
way
of
a
project
that
would
mean
so
much
to
me
?
'
'
But
I
am
afraid
to
encourage
you
,
'
she
replied
,
frankly
.
'
It
is
impossible
for
me
to
say
whether
I
can
do
as
you
wish
,
or
not
.
'
'
Yes
,
yes
;
I
perfectly
understand
that
.
Heaven
forbid
that
I
should
regard
you
as
a
child
to
be
led
independntly
of
your
own
views
and
wishes
!
With
so
large
a
sum
of
money
at
stake
,
it
would
be
monstrous
if
I
acted
rashly
,
and
tried
to
persuade
you
to
do
the
same
.
The
matter
will
have
to
be
most
gravely
considered
.
'
'
Yes
.
'
She
spoke
mechanically
.
'
But
if
only
it
should
come
to
something
!
You
do
n't
know
what
it
would
mean
to
me
,
Marian
.
'
'
Yes
,
father
;
I
know
very
well
how
you
think
and
feel
about
it
.
'
'
Do
you
?
'
He
leaned
forward
,
his
features
working
under
stress
of
emotion
.
'
If
I
could
see
myself
the
editor
of
an
influential
review
,
all
my
bygone
toils
and
sufferings
would
be
as
nothing
;
I
should
rejoice
in
them
as
the
steps
to
this
triumph
.
Meminisse
juvabit
!
My
dear
,
I
am
not
a
man
fitted
for
subordinate
places
.
My
nature
is
framed
for
authority
.
The
failure
of
all
my
undertakings
rankles
so
in
my
heart
that
sometimes
I
feel
capable
of
every
brutality
,
every
meanness
,
every
hateful
cruelty
.
To
you
I
have
behaved
shamefully
.
Do
n't
interrupt
me
,
Marian
.
I
have
treated
you
abominably
,
my
child
,
my
dear
daughter
—
and
all
the
time
with
a
full
sense
of
what
I
was
doing
.
That
's
the
punishment
of
faults
such
as
mine
.
I
hate
myself
for
every
harsh
word
and
angry
look
I
have
given
you
;
at
the
time
,
I
hated
myself
!
'
'
Father
—
'
'
No
,
no
;
let
me
speak
,
Marian
.
You
have
forgiven
me
;
I
know
it
.
You
were
always
ready
to
forgive
,
dear
.
Can
I
ever
forget
that
evening
when
I
spoke
like
a
brute
,
and
you
came
afterwards
and
addressed
me
as
if
the
wrong
had
been
on
your
side
?
It
burns
in
my
memory
.
It
was
n't
I
who
spoke
;
it
was
the
demon
of
failure
,
of
humiliation
.
My
enemies
sit
in
triumph
,
and
scorn
at
me
;
the
thought
of
it
is
infuriating
.
Have
I
deserved
this
?
Am
I
the
inferior
of
—
of
those
men
who
have
succeeded
and
now
try
to
trample
on
me
?
No
!
I
am
not
!
I
have
a
better
brain
and
a
better
heart
!
'
Listening
to
this
strange
outpouring
,
Marian
more
than
forgave
the
hypocrisy
of
the
last
day
or
two
.
Nay
,
could
it
be
called
hypocrisy
?
It
was
only
his
better
self
declared
at
the
impulse
of
a
passionate
hope
.
'
Why
should
you
think
so
much
of
these
troubles
,
father
?
Is
it
such
a
great
matter
that
narrow-minded
people
triumph
over
you
?
'
'
Narrow-minded
?
'
He
clutched
at
the
word
.
'
You
admit
they
are
that
?
'
'
I
feel
very
sure
that
Mr.
Fadge
is
.
'
'
Then
you
are
not
on
his
side
against
me
?
'
'
How
could
you
suppose
such
a
thing
?
'
'
Well
,
well
;
we
wo
n't
talk
of
that
.
Perhaps
it
is
n't
a
great
matter
.
No
—
from
a
philosophical
point
of
view
,
such
things
are
unspeakably
petty
.
But
I
am
not
much
of
a
philosopher
.
'
He
laughed
,
with
a
break
in
his
voice
.
'
Defeat
in
life
is
defeat
,
after
all
;
and
unmerited
failure
is
a
bitter
curse
.
You
see
,
I
am
not
too
old
to
do
something
yet
.
My
sight
is
failing
,
but
I
can
take
care
of
it
.
If
I
had
my
own
review
,
I
would
write
every
now
and
then
a
critical
paper
in
my
very
best
style
.
You
remember
poor
old
Hinks
's
note
about
me
in
his
book
?
We
laughed
at
it
,
but
he
was
n't
so
far
wrong
.
I
have
many
of
those
qualities
.
A
man
is
conscious
of
his
own
merits
,
as
well
as
of
his
defects
.
I
have
done
a
few
admirable
things
.
You
remember
my
paper
on
Lord
Herbert
of
Cherbury
?
No
one
ever
wrote
a
more
subtle
piece
of
criticism
;
but
it
was
swept
aside
among
the
rubbish
of
the
magazines
.
And
it
's
just
because
of
my
pungent
phrases
that
I
have
excited
so
much
enmity
.
Wait
!
Wait
!
Let
me
have
my
own
review
,
and
leisure
,
and
satisfaction
of
mind
—
heavens
!
what
I
will
write
!
How
I
will
scarify
!
'
'
That
is
unworthy
of
you
.
How
much
better
to
ignore
your
enemies
!
In
such
a
position
,
I
should
carefully
avoid
every
word
that
betrayed
personal
feeling
.
'
'
Well
,
well
;
you
are
of
course
right
,
my
good
girl
.
And
I
believe
I
should
do
injustice
to
myself
if
I
made
you
think
that
those
ignoble
motives
are
the
strongest
in
me
.
No
;
it
is
n't
so
.
From
my
boyhood
I
have
had
a
passionate
desire
of
literary
fame
,
deep
down
below
all
the
surface
faults
of
my
character
.
The
best
of
my
life
has
gone
by
,
and
it
drives
me
to
despair
when
I
feel
that
I
have
not
gained
the
position
due
to
me
.
There
is
only
one
way
of
doing
this
now
,
and
that
is
by
becoming
the
editor
of
an
important
periodical
.
Only
in
that
way
shall
I
succeed
in
forcing
people
to
pay
attention
to
my
claims
.
Many
a
man
goes
to
his
grave
unrecognised
,
just
because
he
has
never
had
a
fair
judgment
.
Nowadays
it
is
the
unscrupulous
men
of
business
who
hold
the
attention
of
the
public
;
they
blow
their
trumpets
so
loudly
that
the
voices
of
honest
men
have
no
chance
of
being
heard
.
'
Marian
was
pained
by
the
humility
of
his
pleading
with
her
—
for
what
was
all
this
but
an
endeavour
to
move
her
sympathies
?
—
and
by
the
necessity
she
was
under
of
seeming
to
turn
a
deaf
ear
.
She
believed
that
there
was
some
truth
in
his
estimate
of
his
own
powers
;
though
as
an
editor
he
would
almost
certainly
fail
,
as
a
man
of
letters
he
had
probably
done
far
better
work
than
some
who
had
passed
him
by
on
their
way
to
popularity
.
Circumstances
might
enable
her
to
assist
him
,
though
not
in
the
way
he
proposed
.
The
worst
of
it
was
that
she
could
not
let
him
see
what
was
in
her
mind
.
He
must
think
that
she
was
simply
balancing
her
own
satisfaction
against
his
,
when
in
truth
she
suffered
from
the
conviction
that
to
yield
would
be
as
unwise
in
regard
to
her
father
's
future
as
it
would
be
perilous
to
her
own
prospect
of
happiness
.
'
Shall
we
leave
this
to
be
talked
of
when
the
money
has
been
paid
over
to
me
?
'
she
said
,
after
a
silence
.
'
Yes
.
Do
n't
suppose
I
wish
to
influence
you
by
dwelling
on
my
own
hardships
.
That
would
be
contemptible
.
I
have
only
taken
this
opportunity
of
making
myself
better
known
to
you
.
I
do
n't
readily
talk
of
myself
,
and
in
general
my
real
feelings
are
hidden
by
the
faults
of
my
temper
.
In
suggesting
how
you
could
do
me
a
great
service
,
and
at
the
same
time
reap
advantage
for
yourself
,
I
could
n't
but
remember
how
little
reason
you
have
to
think
kindly
of
me
.
But
we
will
postpone
further
talk
.
You
will
think
over
what
I
have
said
?
'
Marian
promised
that
she
would
,
and
was
glad
to
bring
the
conversation
