But they have such a miserable little bit of capital, and
everything is still so uncertain. One daren't speculate under the
circumstances.'
Marian made no reply.
'You think I talk of nothing but money?' Jasper said suddenly,
looking down into her face.
'I know too well what it means to be without money.'
'Yes, but--you do just a little despise me?'
'Indeed, I don't, Mr Milvain.'
'If that is sincere, I'm very glad. I take it in a friendly
sense. I am rather despicable, you know; it's part of my business
to be so. But a friend needn't regard that. There is the man
apart from his necessities.'
The silence was then unbroken till they came to the lower end of
Park Street, the junction of roads which lead to Hampstead, to
Highgate, and to Holloway.
'Shall you take an omnibus?' Jasper asked.
She hesitated.
'Or will you give me the pleasure of walking on with you? You are
tired, perhaps?'
'Not the least.'
For the rest of her answer she moved forward, and they crossed
into the obscurity of Camden Road.
'Shall I be doing wrong, Mr Milvain,' Marian began in a very low
voice, 'if I ask you about the authorship of something in this
month's Current?'
'I'm afraid I know what you refer to.
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